It is sad that we are
Drowning in our sorrow
While the world crumbles
and
Rips itself apart.
Our sorrow mocks us
Causing tears to shed
While a lost boy aches
For his mother
How can these tears that
we
Shed give us pity,
And agony of a mother
Not give?
How has shame gone to rot
Among the lying bodies
That are forgotten
Deep in the earth
That trembles and shakes
Like awakened nights
Without a loved one
beside us.
The warmth of a touch
On the cold face
Of an infant in an
everlasting dream.
While our dreams are
forgotten
To chase the smiles
That were once stories
being told
Around glowing eyes
Which have become but
Endless terror in an open
prison.
As the whistleblower blows
the news,
And the falterer hears
the sound
On deafening ears it
hums.
