Lines blur as energies
emancipate,
Time becomes just an
artifact clinging to the nail,
While we are all made
of flesh and red is the
Color of blood, the
hand of the present hour darkens the premise that commingles with the air…
Mankind is blue on the
inside…
Stereotypes distort
the freedom our forefathers so selflessly fought for…
Castes depress the
potential from perhaps the most brilliant of minds… but never mind…do not be
concerned, with that does not defect you….keep on blinking…as innocence is
belied…forced to till the fields at dawn…until sweat merges with the blood of
the never spawned…
Platelets…meshing in
skewered coercion
Marrow…corroding
reality, separating the sinew from the bones broken during a midday matinee…in dream…we
flail
Yet we are capable of
so much more…more than shaking ourselves clean and clear…we are leagues better
than those that witness the warped branches of the abhorred…perhaps even
smiling as we avert our eyes
And then from those trees,
where no leaf shall ever grow again, we may sigh…wondering where the breath
begins…
