The world is in ashes,
I feel it to be true.
Look around you,
Is humanity still alive in them?
They don't care about feelings, pain or discomfort,
Of someone who isn't of their blood.
Don't you see, how tattered their hearts are,
Blackened with malice and spotted with prejudice.
They feel entitled to a sense of honour and worthiness,
Something they haven't earned but want to have.
Caring for those of their faith,
Loving those of their name.
Hating those above their lowly self-esteem,
Scared that wisdom might be their end.
The world is in ashes,
I feel it to be true.
YOU ARE READING
Crusts after Dark.
ПоезіяA collection of my emotions woven into poems. Wanting to express a few pearls of wisdom, of fear or even love, which would as well be crushed under the ruthlessness of today's society. . . . . . So, grab a cup of coffee and read away! :)
