Sunday, October 2012
Our consistencies are such that threaten to break all that we are
The matter in our souls; the seas of flourish
Of violences
Of glory
Of gore
Of bigotry
Our ancestries are such that the lineage have broken to smithereens
There's to hoping that our hearts remain calm and unwithered
Unwanted and perceived as a disillusioned dream
A concoction of hate and hell let lose
Under the hearts of poor, pitiable mentality
They are ignorant fools
Notwithstanding the reality that we are the daughters and sons
The ones who have risen from the seeds that they have planted
Yet their questions constantly bombard our shields
Shields that are already crumbling,
Breaking under their vicious words
Their fragility a reminder of our own lives
We want to rise from the ground, tall and proud
We want to smile and set fire to the fabrication of the world
Yet we stop
One step back, always
We are the dangerous youth
And we want to burn it down.
>>k.l
