They were not blind
They just lacked eyes
Never knew a single ray of light
Worked a full clock, until they dropped breathless
And they were not deaf
They just lacked ears
Never heard a single wave of sound
Listened to their own thoughts scream
Yet, each had a mouth
An unquenchable hunger
Driving their minds,
To whatever it is that they could eat
And while at that,
Some mumbled,
Others screamed
To themselves and others
It was a disturbing imagery,
And many indistinctive voices
That my head spined endlessly
Swimming through countless thoughts
May be,
humanity was lost,
To the long structures touching the sky,
Beautiful vessels floating on water,
Amazing crafts flying in the air
And the astonishing world of tech
May be,
while trying to be better,
We fell deep down an abyss
That now we need implements of war
To guard our own interests,
From a brother next door
Skies spread wide with dark smoke
Land eroded to the bottom seas
lakes filled with oil spills
And bodies lay within ruins,
Soaking the ground in child blood
yet, we look into each other's eyes,
A firm handshake, beautiful smile,
Talking about the future,
The one we've strangled with our hands
And leaving our filthy prints on everything
Should say, we can clean our mess,
But yet, time itself offers not enough to correct our ways
But pass down the responsibility,
To a boy in blue boots,
And a girl in pink shoes,
To clean the remains of a generational mess
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 3:09 AM UTC
They were not blind
They just lacked eyes
Never knew a single ray of light
Worked a full clock, until they dropped breathless
And they were not deaf
They just lacked ears
Never heard a single wave of sound
Listened to their own thoughts scream
Yet, each had a mouth
An unquenchable hunger
Driving their minds,
To whatever it is that they could eat
And while at that,
Some mumbled,
Others screamed
To themselves and others
It was a disturbing imagery,
And many indistinctive voices
That my head spined endlessly
Swimming through countless thoughts
May be,
humanity was lost,
To the long structures touching the sky,
Beautiful vessels floating on water,
Amazing crafts flying in the air
And the astonishing world of tech
May be,
while trying to be better,
We fell deep down an abyss
That now we need implements of war
To guard our own interests,
From a brother next door
Skies spread wide with dark smoke
Land eroded to the bottom seas
lakes filled with oil spills
And bodies lay within ruins,
Soaking the ground in child blood
yet, we look into each other's eyes,
A firm handshake, beautiful smile,
Talking about the future,
The one we've strangled with our hands
And leaving our filthy prints on everything
Should say, we can clean our mess,
But yet, time itself offers not enough to correct our ways
But pass down the responsibility,
To a boy in blue boots,
And a girl in pink shoes,
To clean the remains of a generational mess
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