Burn the blinds. Let the moon dictate darkness
When it must. Night engulfs day – have you seen,
Heard, and felt the screams of unrest? The mess,
Which you ingest but reject, is just steam.
Tears evaporate and sounds can be shunned,
For it all looks the same behind glass.
Step outside. Let the coldness leave you stunned.
The worn souls, the foul-fated, let them pass!
Unbind truth, it’ll speak! Let it give will
To you, the thing behind windowsills. Brothers
And sisters spill your blood but you stay still,
Admiring the painting of gore. Why bother?
The barefooted aren’t you – very true!
For if you were and they you, all would have shoes.