The earth does shake
When the world is at war
Fallen defenders bleed
And the devastation consumes us more
What hired hands we used
To build life up
Become demon fangs
That are ravenous
Nothing left behind
But chaotic greed
Such an unfortunate chapter
But from this, somehow, we will succeed
As humans
We birth destruction
When it becomes out of control
Then the eyes start judging
And cursed lips (start) mouth (ing) off punishments
But hope returns to the hopeless
And courage to the fearful
Hands that made destruction and devastation
Through great sacrifice also birth the miracle
Poet’s Thoughts:
There is always a better solution to something that is “bad”. Bad being a mild understatement. We are too blinded by greed, blocked by our own selves that we can’t see a solution that doesn’t involve mass hysteria. We seem to like the attention and it’s ugly. But there are always people that are willing to go the extra mile to “clean up” the mess. People that are willing to set an example worth following, that no matter how bleak life can seem/get there’s still a reason, a purpose to rebuild our own.
Cristina Isabel 