Inundated by rivers of blood
those baby steps so innocent
how have our hands learnt to kill
and to devour each other, we strive to invent
There's so much pain everywhere
how do we manage to laugh
it's our flesh being cut out every time
the blows breaking us into half
how can we still sit idle
with perdition before our eyes
an albatross hung around our necks
where's the care in our sighs
when did we learn to be animals
care for nothing but the gold
carrying our own carcasses on our backs
emotions black and very cold
why doesn't it churn from within
when our brethren reek of blood
why it never offends us
to the see ourselves in glut
when is it going to end
have we devoured enough
the courage the look into their eyes
and to answer them and not huff
this trail is not going to be erased
we will have to sleep with the dragon
and be consumed in inferno
and engender a chance to rebuild this haven
2 comments:
truly very touching and the same very thoughts few years back was a strong foundation to what i am doing now...
Very Correct dear... time will come when we will see the rebuilding of haven and for sure we will happy to be part of that.
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