Avant-Garde.

Bloodshed

Blood. Everywhere I go I see it being shed.

Life. Slipping away from our hands, like a cut kite.

Guns, and bullets is all I hear being shot.

chaos everywhere, people running to save their life.

True self, is what I see people hiding.

Even little kids are not spared, in all this biting.

Younger ones, older ones, all being alike.

Bombs, and guns and throwing knives in their sight.

Stampedes and being burnt alive.

Is this what earth is about?

All I see is hell, people cry for help.

With no-one to help them, as they themselves are out of help.

Where is the peace? Where is the harmony?

Everywhere I go, everywhere I hear is

People in pain- cries of agony.

Fear. Lots and lots of it.

just to step out of house and to being shot.

Will I be ok? Will I be alive?

would I be back still breathing? Or in a bag?

Are the questions on everybody's mind.

You tell me. Is this what living is about?

Where is the love people sing of?

Where is the all for one, one for all, people say of?

Where is the help, when we need it?

Where is the peace? Where is the serenity?

If this is what living is all about,

Then I'm better off without.