Vacant Seats

December 21, 2011
By themooncircle BRONZE, Vacaville, California
themooncircle BRONZE, Vacaville, California
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Where have all the people gone?
This room is miserably empty
The white walls cry, lighting dies
An illness with no remedy

The seats are stacked, one by one
Growing sparser every time
From four to two to one hundred
This absence is a crime

What's the point of standing proud
When there's no one here to watch
The lack of love, the lack of want
Vacant seats
That's all we've got

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