Unwanted plurality
Shared solitude
Unhealthy vanity
Soothing etude
Unsung odes
Inner fortitude
Stuck on ancient modes
Looking up at the clear skies
hovering above hostilities
-these are no lies-
over unfriendly covered cities
where
of our hearts
the small pieces
get lost
and the air begins to bleed
out of the frost
on the contaminated ground
where
respite is never found
-Be aware-
Children are pieces of our hearts
outside our bodies
as these words
are blood drops
from my heart on paper
written with swords
While the pain in my mind
continues to explode
because
of the kind of environment
we have made our children find
the earth cannot stop to corrode
Unwanted plurality
Shared solitude
Unhealthy vanity
Soothing etude
Unsung odes
Inner fortitude
And stuck on ancient modes
