T'was deep into the night,
clouds hid the serene moonlight,
as the crickets made noise,
and as I began to lose sight.
The noise were loud and deafening,
from the crickets when the end was nearing,
Cowardice was all I'm hearing,
why stay silent when the sun was standing?
Hearing their cheer and glee,
I wonder if they're aware of the reality.
I think of possible ways to understand,
the choice they took blindly.
Understanding it is indeed difficult,
it makes me worry about the result,
It's like having a deep cut wound,
then dipping it in a bowl of salt.
Wound that will be hard to heal,
unsure if the intentions are real,
I still can't take that risk,
so I shall stand and never kneel.
Hours have passed, the crickets hid back,
then awoke the wolve's mighty pack,
aware of what's right and wrong,
they will stand for the justice we lack.
YOU ARE READING
Crowns of Laurel
PoesíaA compilation of all my poems and written monologues. 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞.
