The morning air felt still As if it carries the weight Of another magenta night Men crossing borders restless Leaving behind the city lights And little packets of memories Strewn across echoing hallways Holding scraps close to the chest Passports, IDs, cards, and such For what else are we but barcodes In this unruly, ravaged world!
These lines for #FromOneLine #prompt 166 is a reflection on the current International affairs in the context of the war on Ukraine.
Opening the door I saw Blue and Yellow at the porch Splattered with Red; they sought Peace, hope, and solace. With compassion in my eyes And sweetness in my words All I did was console the hurt, I did not reach out my hand Take a stand or clear my stance, Or invite them over to the safety Of my large, cushy home For I feared the Red will stain The carpets and walls Splash and ruin the decor So, I stood there, until they bled Right there on my doorstep!
In a world without wars The children are not Separated from homes Escaping buried destinies In shell-shocked rubbles Clinging to rickety boats With tattered hopes To be washed ashore Swept into the sand As twisted deadwood To be long forgotten By the ailing world Only to be lamented In the gnawing pain Of those who cared But were powerless To control the bloodlust Of men sans conscience
Tell me why the daisies sing Gentle petals, how they singe With dark splatters of crimson What makes them sway in glee Touched by an aching breeze Those that hummed in praise Of wilderness and their beauty Have crumbled to dust so ruddy Sacrificed in raging wars of men Only to capture a fleeting heaven
Even in the blazing summer The world has frozen over Splattered with blood Of swindled innocents Loss of generations Unconsoled lamentations Our souls so cold Hearts so numb; When Gods are at war Men matter no more? Just marionettes, petty In the playbook of destiny!