People suffer, People die
People cry, people sob
Sorrow comes like a wind from one side with an unknown source
Like a stray bullet seeking for blood
Black nor white nor grey is no choice
Just the home is important.
People seek , nothing found
People ask, curiosity awakens
Like a child who had a nightmare
Seeking for his mothers arms
In Darkened corners of walls
To feel secured , Rest assured of a soldier
A warrior whose weapon is nearby.
The old live , the young die
A leader is Lost, The world cry
No More Legacy, No more ecstasy
Cards on the table, players at edges
The Coach is watching, Time is racing
Like the slow fast tick tick echoes of stalactites waging war against the earth!
Forever Peace will reign In return of Sanity, hoping for that great Day, when all will listen, not to the lions roar, but to the cricket’s sound in the dark.
I Hope, I Pray , I Act. Not for the Day, but for the Time!
The manifestation abounds!
Thanks to @eliasmikkelsen for making this photo available freely on @unsplash 🎁