Is it our fault?
A black veil of deceit around our eyes,
We cannot see.
Is it our fault?
A duct tape of fear atop our mouths,
We cannot speak.
Is it our fault?
Ear buds of hatred cover our ears,
We cannot hear.
Is it our fault?
Fragances of fancy lifestyle block our noses,
We cannot smell.
Is it our fault?
Thoughts of wealth cloud our brains,
We cannot think.
Is it our fault?
That the curse of life is inflicted upon us?
That we cannot see, smell, hear or think what is happening to the Earth?
Is it our fault?
That we are too scared to speak up or act up against these people who ruin us?
That we are forced to wish for a lifestyle we can never have?
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The Hidden Language // Poetry And Haiku
PoesíaA couple of original poems by a poet. I hope you like it :) Poetry is a beautiful language. It has a descriptive way of describing an object, and it tells the feelings of the author within it's words. Cherish this hidden language for it brings color...
