Heartbeats within dusty clouds.
Some children grow up loud,
poison in their veins,
born to hold the chain.
Luck gives all the sweet fruit;
here we sit, hopeless.
Our treasure—peace of mind—is looted.
They utter bitter words;
they break the soft dam
of our watery eyes.
We are soft kids with sensitive minds.
We write because no one listens.
Look up to the sky
when your eyes glisten.
We are unseen by duty,
unknown presence, unaddressed beauty.
Here, in this fading human universe,
the story of humanity fades
in every tear a quiet heart sheds.
The air feels heavy; long sighs grow terse.
Land, land—just blowing sand.
Fights take over siblings’ hands.
Greed, the ultimate desire.
Jealousy burns the helpless
like a blazing fire.
The end is where pain meets the sky from the sea.
Don’t give fake hope
when, in the mind,
life itself is only a plea .