Mankind's vicious cycle
Never ceases even to take
A single breath
A moment of reflection
As blood falls
Draping the hard ground
Like the ruby hilt
Of a gleaming sword
That is driven through the mind
Without mercy
And leaving the heart
In all its purity
Perfectly intact

As they rage
With their ferocious demeanor
Their countenance
Focused on the allure of the shine
But not the gem itself
That lies deep hidden
They crave control
That beckons out to them
Control over their vices
And over other's virtue
The tears, and the cause
Are now indiscernable
From the sweat, and the effect
Mutilation
Of something precious
That did no harm
But for its beauty

They fight
With greed
And lust
For a better life
A life with honour, dignity and grace
Empowered
To take it all
From themselves
And from innocence
Anger is a powerful tool
Blemished outrage
Tainted appall
With basic human instincts
That are predators
Watching it's prey with steely eyes
Preparing for the hunt

Soldiers, warriors
Attack, defense
To oppress for glory
To unflinchingly cut off
The burning entity
Of real, opaque lives
Wars are fought
In raging tides
Of an ocean
But a few feet deep





Earth cries in dismay
Where is righteousness?
Has empathy become
A mute victim
Of your endless tyranny?
Can you gain trust
By stealing it from another?
Can you win a war
By celebrating cruelty?
Can you be aquire power
By sacrificing love?
"No"
They say
The blood is on our hands too
We watch , raising our voice
Like thunder in a storm
But the lightning has already stuck
Indelible damage
Is etched
Into the arms of generations to come
It started with a mark, vague and blurred
But it was always a poison
Running in our veins
Slowly consuming
With insatiable hunger


Trust us
Rely on unfazed kindness
Of people
They have a spark
Of humanity
An edge
Of lingering compassion
Like a field of marigolds
In spring
Fragrant, beguiling
As yellow as the sun
The glow of which is
Culled by caves of character


"I told them
I warned them
That humanity is undefined
And that history teaches us prescience
If we are careful enough to see it
If we observe not just the glimmer of the leaf
But the dew drop that carries it
Which came from the storm
The night before
It is foolish
To fall in love with the silhouette
Without realizing
That it's a shadow
Of something else
To admire a rose
Without feeling your hands bleed
See, the vileness
Of hate
Greed
Loathing
Will one day
Approach with stealth
And as painful reminders
That even putting justice in
The hands of people
With goodwill
Is a soon to be crime"
So I looked
At the fallen warriors
Yet again
"Look at what you have done
By trusting people"