Beneath the grey sky

a sea of people left to die 

One alone for another 

Peace found in destruction 

we destroy and aid our brother 

Nescience and innocent children at stake 

relentless fueds for sweet nectar 

Given support yet exploitation no end 

SOURCES ARE DEVOID OF WHY DEPLETING RESOURCES 

voices  are surpressed and reign is in mights 

Retrograde once again,  time cannot be brought back 

Our home does not show because soundless are its dying groans 

Like fragments of sand escaping one’s hand we ebb away into time 

cold winds brush against each face leaving us bleak 

I drift apart from myself and all that is left is a ripple silent sigh 

We are receding.....