KILL THE RICH

The CITY

Standing here
right on the edge of everything
the lights of the city
as a thousands diamonds
from my loose string...
Standing right on the edge
all that I ever want...
BUT just one misstep
and I will fall.
Standing here
and it feels
as I am a thousand years old
resigning
on all your truths.
Will you feel
if I have been hurting
will you hold me tight
it's hard to fall
when I lean on your arms.
Then lights of the night
keep calling me
I am going
no matter
what is behind
I am as a night butterfly
tempting
by the unexpected.
It starts a new chapter.

about love.....

TO SERVE

AND NEWER BE TIRED.

IS LOVE.

SILENT RAINY DAYS

The raining days.

Walking through the rainfall.

The drops

on my cheeks-

someone else crying'

so silently,

full of grace.

The bullets

on dark nights,

when non ending war

and fear,

killing of young lives

for nothing.

For faith to your God,

state, ground....

All we have

are raining days

and no ending nights,

as a nightmares

of hearing

sound of war.

      _

and scream

of thousand innocents.

All we have left

are the tears on our cheeks,

tears someone else’s,

because:

we have  no faith,

no belief,

no tears

no God.

    WE lost it....this time

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