I am love I walk the earth tainted red For I cannot watch from above While their destiny hangs on thread
I am love I weep for those who cannot For the hand dipped in blood like glove For the corpses of ages that rot
I am love I see them hold arms instead of other's arms Scream as blood taints dove And burns as their fingertip harms
I am love... Am I love?
The poem is for this ill-fated world where we live in. We always say we do this, we do that, for love. We bring wars to others, and say that it is for peace...for love. But is it?