Conceal and See
Alone, I walk
the old city of Conceal and See.
My eyes adjusting
to a new technology.
I often wonder
why I am so busy alone.
Well, you left me.
Above my head, I've flown.
Alone, they worship
centuries-old royalty.
Their eyes adjusting
to this evil deity.
Their ears and thoughts
absorbed by the things that they lack.
The progressives.
They want their old world back.