As the broken glass lens reflects our shattered realities,
Echoes of haunting memories, pierce through our souls like shards
I perch high like a bird in a tree, watching as the system crumbles
Each cry resonates with the lonely hour of the watchful eye
A wave of disgust churns within my being
With each unjust ruling, it feels like a branch breaking in the wind
Favoritism over fairness, a bitter pill we are forced to swallow says the system broken again
Is this the path we have chosen, where justice falters and fails to thrive
The broken system cries out for repair, corruption making it hard to breathe
In this suffocating air of unequal and unfair
We witness the homeless bodies stacking up
Real justice becomes a distant dream, slipping away like a fleeting mirage
Single mothers stripped of their children by the hands of wealth
Injustice festers in the pit of my stomach, a searing pain that churns
It's a vile landscape, a world where wrongs prevail, some might even call it a true hell
The broken glass lens begs for restoration, a return to the true vision saving all nations real justice
A cry arises from starving children with empty bellies
And homeless souls yearning for a place to call home
The thunder echoes the storm within, a cry for shelter and warmth
Money talks, buying freedoms and silencing pleas
A judge lets a Killers eyes slip through the cracks, nearly taking another life
Can my heart's plea break through the walls of apathy and greed
To shed light on the harsh realities that plague us all
In a world where money reigns supreme,
And the root of all evil is on full display trying to control your dreams.
The cries of the suffering fall on deaf ears forcing all to obey,
In the shadows of darkness where survival is a daily battle I'd say
Single mothers struggle to make ends meet
Contemplating if life's hardships outweigh the comfort of deaths retreat
What have we become, as the system built by man crumbles says the word crumbs.
Greed unfurls its flag, casting a shadow over true freedom possessed now by materialism
As it now flies high
What once was a beacon of hope now shines with a tainted light
Leaving those with empty pockets to fend for themselves, says the pure heart still left up on the shelves
The broken-hearted souls cry out for justice in a world gone cold
With my bones dry and weary, laying in a coffin of despair
The raven crows a mournful tune, signaling the darkness before the dawn
In this fragmented reality, my mind struggles to comprehend the suffering
As we navigate the landscape of immigration and oppression
The broken glass lens seeks a glimmer of hope in the darkness
Amidst the wasteland of greed and despair, a flicker of empathy could bring hope back in the air.
A longing to offer kindness to those in need, to be a beacon of light
Planting a real loving seed.
In a world teeming with pain and suffering
Why my ink mixes with tears, painting a portrait of sorrow says my dying years
My heart yearns for a peaceful existence
As the dying sun weeps for a humanity lost to the eclipse of darkness
I fight to breathe another day, to awaken dormant spirits like adam and eve
To remind us of a time when innocence reigned,
Before shame and greed tainted our souls causing us to lose our authentic names.
The infection of the broken system spreads like wildfire just watching as it burns.
My worn fingers trace the lines of injustice my stomach still churns
As some of the innocent lay behind bars, their voices unheard but I feel there cries
The struggle to make ends meet becomes a battle for survival
Taxes rise, squeezing the life out of those already on the brink
A piece of cloth becomes a symbol of division
Bearing witness to lives lost in the pursuit of power
The broken glass lens yearns to mend the wounds late is the hour of a broken society
To instill a sense of love and compassion in a world married to hatred
My dry bones lay in the coffin of despair
As I write to touch the hearts of those burdened by the weight of this suffocating air
I yearn for a world free from oppression
Where the innocent are spared the horrors of war and conflict
The cries of the oppressed echo in the darkness of the abyss
As bodies pile up on the palestinian floor, casualties of a cruel world
Similar to the Ukrainian War, need I say more?
My heart aches, tied in a knot of sorrow and despair
Longing for a glimmer of peace in a sea of turmoil
Let us unite in our shared pain
As poets rise to speak the truth that could make the rain
Unmasking the lies and deceit that poison our world
With every beat of my heart, I cry out for justice
Despite the secrets and corruption that lurk in the shadows
I continue to bear witness to the injustices of the world
My bones weary from the weight of sorrow
I am imprisoned by the suffering of the weak of the morrow
The broken glass lens pleads for a watchful eye to repair
To guide the broken-hearted towards a path of hope and healing
Until my once watchful eyes regain their sight
I shall be haunted by the darkness that consumes our world now called the new light
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Through The Door, Where Dreams Implore, Leaving Questions Asking More
PoetryThese short poems dive into the intricacies of my dreams, some residing in the subconscious realm and others vividly present in my conscious thoughts. It explores the varied states of things I've dreamt of and the emotions I've experienced while sub...
