We don’t know
treasures of life.
against humane beings-
Hypnotized by power
digesting forced reigns of will
lost identities roam here
souls of angels and demons searching for their return
upon clipped wings they cry crippling destinies of fate
buckle and rebel, reveling in dismay.
histories mirror of calamity
destructive identity ensues at rapid pace
unfortunate souls grow heavy hearts
acts grow violent by the day
as we take front row seats
watching the world we create
in disbelief we tread in our sorrows
as if we did not see the smoke screen
and the horrendous smell of burnt
offerings crying out for help.