I was once a Poet..

I use to posses the passion
Aesthetically fortified
Romantically conditioned
The nature of blue skies

Windows of raw emotions
Dark nights upon a stage
I have written about such shortcomings
Lovingly in my rage..

But I can’t help but panic
As they tear our world apart
The death of innocent folks
Screams that pierce my heart..

And that’s how peace activism becomes my only art…