The cicatrix of time

Nothing but debris and wire ,
A cynical prison of endless fear. 
Rubble left untouched because of the evocation left within .
Never to forget , 
Never to echo.
The scars of anamnesis Pearce the minds. 
Like a needle full of ink , 
It shall never fade .
Left in darkness ,
Left with pain.
Haunted by victims, 
Not even a bird will sing there again.
An empty grave for those left behind.
A conglomeration of valuables thieved with no one to serve . 
Heartless and cold ,
Our progeny recollect