doors and windows boarded up,
where once there was life, a sterile emptiness.
Tumbleweed blows beyond the threshold,
the music that made you want to dance down the street now silenced.
More and the more the dominoes fall, the town empties.
No alien invasion,
no apocalypse caused this,
It’s the economy stupid!
It’s past high noon for the high street,
the sun’s gone in.