May 29, 2015

Beams of sunlight cross
Through the morning haze,
Piercing through all belief
And regret; too many
Have fallen now, it’s as if
Their blood mingles in the
Water, impossible to ignore.

We ship off our shaken,
Our broken and bruised, on
An endless warpath. If we
Could only notice the pain
In their eyes before they
Fade away forever, then
Perhaps we might be
Able to save them.

What we’ve been told
Over the years is false:
Fortune does not favor
Any one of us. Instead,
She chooses blindly.
As the sun sets, all that
Can be heard is an eerie
Chorus of weeping.



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