The world is breaking,
like a vase off an uneven shelf.
Too many hollow hands pushed it,
in an attempt to save themselves.
Yet my thoughts fly to you,
through the chaos of violence.
I find myself fixated on you,
like a myth on the ignorant.
These thoughts are rudderless,
going where the winds may take,
often crashing on rocky shores,
as a thousand dreams turbulently break.
The world is bleeding,
like the innocent dying in the middle-east.
So many victims yearn for compassion,
while the wicked worship a neon priest.
So why do these thoughts fly to you,
like a voiceless cry out of need?
I find myself glued to you,
like traditions and customs that uphold greed.
Hatred stimulates vengeance,
as desire fuels the fire.
Yet my heart searched for you,
as the others chose a crooked messiah.
Humans are sold,
like commodities that we use.
Women fall prey to man’s lust,
twisted, raped and abused.
The world is breaking down,
have you gone someplace I can’t find?
Are you somewhere I can’t see?
Has my bitterness turned me blind?
But even with blind eyes we yearn for you,
looking in every inch and square.
Were you killed with the innocent,
and buried to the depths of nowhere?
Our hearts looked for love,
in the bones of those we ripped apart.
Empathy was a far cry,
when did all this madness start?
Come love, hold us in your caring arms,
so we may remember mother’s warm embrace,
the gentle kindness of her touch,
all this anguish it will erase.
The world is bleeding,
like a father shot by his own son,
as love stands before us,
how blind have we become?
The world is breaking,
as we keep digging for our own answer,
while the cracks get wider,
and we consume each other like a cancer.