Dead City Blues

The children play
As the city grows
In the gutter
And the garbage
The children playing
Among the crows

That baby in the corner
Sucking on bottlecaps
He smiles happily at me
Scratching at his scabs

Everywhere I turn
The children play
On roofs, on ceilings
Where the paint is peeling
While the city churns
The children play

If the whole city burnt
In the ashes you would see
At every corner of every street
Where the burning bodies lay
The ghosts continue to play.