The birds don’t come here anymore,
A silence fills their space,
A sharp reminder to us all,
That God can be replaced.
The signs where Hell had visited;
Are scattered all around,
Although He left,on the last train out;
And the fires are dampened down.
ThIs sign inscribed above the gate,
Gave false hope,of freedom soon,
Ironic in its disillusionment –
Instead of Dante’s words of doom.