It's a cold war and the kids are playing games of blood and dishonor. The eve of tomorrow sets and the sun rests for the day. We see ourselves burning from being cold with no one holding us. I look out into the sea of people swimming and drowning peacefully. I yell out and ask God come and save, but nothing happens. We were born, we are here, we care for things, and nothing for people. We share souls of misery and hold joy to ourselves, so selfishly we are despicable. I wish i had a light to see true faces. They are all hidden behind a mask of "I'm OK". But nothing is and will ever be until we share our joy and not our misery.
Poem by
Ken O
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