UntuitionHard to follow

Yellow pavers

Autumn leaves trickle down like bile
Bloody bandages on trees
Yellow pavers line the pathways
Where we learnt to practise our disease

As we are tearing through the rubble
Wiping off the dust of shame
The mob has found a perpetrator
But only dead are here to blame

Potholes fill the barren roads
Where toy robots stormed in protest