Murmurs Poem by rawden lewis

I wandered through the neon streets
And watched from a distance
Every wasted fragment of the city's ruined nerves
Past silver shadows
To gold ashtrays of existence
When i heard the murmurs of a morning bright with birds
Murmuring of the lost
Who waste time in hopeless searches
Murmuring of the double crossed buying life on hire purchase
And the conscience tossed crusaders of half a million churches
And I heard the murmurs of a morning bright with birds

All through the silence of the night
I'd stood still and trembled
Like a hangman's victim in the prison of his world
But light had ended night's destruction and assembled
All the fragile murmurs of a morning bright with birds
Murmuring like a flame in the darkness of a fire
Murmuring against those who maim and kill and wonder why the
Mention of their name has people calling for a new messiah
And I heard the murmurs of a morning bright with birds

Now you might think that beauty's dead
Or just a marble statue
Found behind museum walls to dense to be disturbed
But time will know as I look through and at you,
That you ain't ever heard
The murmurs of a morning bright with birds
Murmuring like a child in a garden filled with laughter
Murmuring like the girl who smiled
And said she'd see me after
And every running wild creature your world's content to martyr
And I heard the murmurs of a morning bright with birds