All people were beautiful once, until we started to ask why,
Then the haze was new, since we learned to use our eyes.
Judges, self-righteously choosing standards, only served to separate.
When we were beautiful, we were together: a massive conglomerate.
But now, full of scorn, we backstab and chase lofty ideals
And are scared and shocked to find we’ve forgotten how to feel.
And is a weapon of sure destruction
When it’s used to further separation.
Those dastardly lies created in our eyes,
Just open the skies and rain a little fire down,
Burn us back into huddled masses
And bury the haze back in the death charred ground.
1 comment:
The ease at which you churn out verses amazes me. This one is another masterpiece from you the master of verses. Keep the momemtom on. you've got a wonderful future ahead.
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