INSIDE MY HEAD
It disgusts me to open my eyes and see,
Is it their ignorance that irks me?
Mankind’s been at war since it thrived,
For the unknown blood has always been shed.
Sons have been killed and mothers cried
while it is our own brother that stains the city in red.
What can I say about the war that has been on?
Cries that fell on deaf ears of the orphaned sons.
For their pride they went on killing,
not wanting to even think of the evil they were doing.
Mercy forgotten, for glory lives were lost,
heroes were those with bloodied hands
and for rusted honor they fought,
dying to proclaim themselves as kings of the blood wretched lands.
What can I say about those heroes
who fought like a tiger only to fall like the weed?
What can I say of those heroes,
heroes, whose hand reek of blood?
It makes me retch, I walk away,
searching for that deep drowned wish
where children of tomorrow would dream away
of a shaded future bathed in hope’s ray.