and then we asked and
bartered for the
cerulean tears of the
dead in places we all
envision in our dreams.
far, too far to
go, to spread love and
hugs.
inside the explosions,
just behind their eyes and then we are
killed --
left behind in the aftermath,
massacred by humanity.
nothing can stop them,
only giving up can help.
people are cruel,
quick in judgements and
risking
someone else's life.
today, tomorrow, we are dead,
under attack by ourselves,
victims of hate and death.
we need to be together,
x's next to
y's next to
z's, because we are all different but connected.
