Reason without order,
peace a forgotten whisper.
Ronin's rule supreme
No master to serve,
No union or comrades
Detritus filled streets,
where melancholic souls haunt
where once there stood statues,
Now there are craters
fires burning sporadically,
like firebugs on august nights.
Shadows everywhere, people nowhere.
Projectiles pierce the terse silence,
coveted rooftops are the God spots.