we lit the match
of ignorance
and set this world
aflame

wars
money
power
control

you think
this is a game?

children starving
tree carvings
across polluted floor

what happened to
this earth of ours
that we simply can control?

what held
them both
apart

was not a love song
rather a clock

that held
their hopes and dreams
from tick
to tock

raining
pouring
from a sprinkle
to a splash

raining
pouring
like tea
into my glass

raining
pouring
fall down
upon the grass

although
it is boring
rain sometimes
does not last

like waves
crashing
against
my hollow heart

the thoughts
consume me
as they slowly
rip me apart

like waves
chasing
dreams
yet to sink

but dreams
only
drift through
this ink

I am
the sound
that makes
your eyebrows raise

I am
the light
that turns
the sky ablaze

I am
the anger
that we build up
in our hearts

I am
the fire
that cleanses
your soul