I do not have a sweet cotton tongue
love, as a word nor a song
The affection was long gone
I see the world in a dusk

buried souls, lurking on the land
trying to find peace

peace, they said
equality and ideologies
they were trying to prove

theories and a century of evolution
the wars that was left, crawls from its grave
21st century marks today,
morality lost started from the roaring 20s
alienation from the bloodshed in a field of poppies
never left

we have the eyes, but we can’t see
we see the reality, but we stay in a trance of distorted illusion
as a remedy