Listen.
Enchanting.
Calming.
Heartwarming.
Obscure.
The echo of every kiss,
Kiss by the fingertips.
As they dance along
The black and white keys
To create a song
That resonates peace.
Amidst the chaos and war
Both near and far.
An innocent heart
Creates a peaceful art.
Silently it beats
As each fingertip places
Feather light kisses
On the alternate pieces
Of black and white strips
Silently it beats but...
Beyond the melody.
In the catastrophe.
Where havoc runs freely.
Causing damage,
Destruction,
Rampage,
Obstruction,
Desolation,
Devastation.
Leaving people in starvation.
What happened to our nations?
Where's the speech about salvation?
Why 're you causing this confusions?
Everyone's raising their questions.
Everyone's got their conclusions.
So I ask...
Do you have any solutions?
They say that...
You're an abomination.
Is there a flaw in this equation?
Mistake in the calculation?
Or its just us,
The human civilization.
Blinded by obsession.
Addiction
Messing up our perception.
Classifications
And status information
Is giving us a definition.
Impeding our cooperation.
Yet...
We keep up with our creation
Of the demons
That rule us throughout seasons
And for some reason,
We let them.
We let them do as they please.
We let them get away with their malice.
We let them cut down the trees.
We let them order us to make factories.
So that they'll make us work without seize.
So that we can pay for our fees
While they sit on their asses.
And become rich while their at it?
They don't even Listen!
They don't listen for our cries.
They don't listen to our pleas
They're the devil in disguise,
They do evil with ease.
The world is full of them.
Filled with liars and fakes.
Where we pay for their mistakes
and we sacrifice for their sake?!
For what? Oh yeah,
So that we can work for 'em.
Be their slaves.
We wake up in despair.
We're distressed
But we still care
We lack rest
We need air
Thinking the world is unfair
but...
Isn't it though?
Those who work hard are in the ghettos
While the lazy farts stay in their limos.
Why do we still hide in the shadows?
So what? if they have ammo!
We have our voices.
We have people power.
Let's make our own noises .
This isn't the time to cower.
Maybe by then,
They'll hear the echo.
Hope
Within the innocent,
The children of tomorrow.
Amidst the chaos and war
Both near and far.
An innocent heart
Creates a peaceful art.
Today is when tomorrow starts...
A/N: So this was supposed to be about a little child all innocent and unaware of our chaotic world.
I got that idea while listening to a piano instrumental of Different Heaven & Eh!de - My Heart cover by Marijan Piano. You should go check it out! ^-^https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pDNxQFc_6U4
So that was the original idea, but then the words, they just kept on flowing so, it sort of went to a different direction nonetheless, I enjoyed writing it ^^ I hope you enjoyed reading it too &
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