A DARK COLD WORLD by Abraar

from abstract art blog

The craze for money begins the day

On whose face and others do we

See the early calls for greed?

Someone after is tucked with a bullet

And a whole city cries fear in the

Ceremony of dead honey lines

I won’t deny the crouching of lies

Behind the statements of leaders

Also do I see many wolves eating

The loaves of innocent bystanders

The news called to my ears yesterday

And in the story were bombs! Bombs! Bombs!

It continued with floating lives scattered

All over ethnic lines and that the church

And the mosque agreed and disagreed on

The same foot-

The news then ended abruptly after the

Men of darkness denied my bulbs sight

Some nights ago anyway, I met a man

By the side of the road- very close

To my home-

My pockets had nothing as such

Except the detergent perfumed skin

Of my blind searching hands-

I stopped a bit to see his bowl so old

While cars of variety kinds rode along

With bragging tires and taunting songs

I sat on my couch a little while later

Looking intently with tears filming

My view- at the letter of termination

A call came- the voice soothed then

Scratched inside my hearing giving

Me more room to swim a lot more

My shoes came off, the pain blew open

I caught that anyway with divided attention

A knock at my door- the lord of the room

Enters scanning his very own achievement

Then says- it’s either tomorrow or out

My clothes leave me- the shower holds me

The water loosens me and a little while after

I looked aimlessly into the dark night-

And I think I felt cold

Someone surely died today

Somewhere close or near-

Unknown or known

Friend or foe-

But another has breathed the first

Or squeezed from the choice to life

My feet felt cold- my inside a little warm

I fell into my bed- it was black all over

Women and children killed everyday

He said collateral damage-

For the bigger loftier good

I pinched hard my thoughts

The pain was the face of a drone

Flight above poking the ground with missiles

An attempt to shut happened on my lids

Eyes wide open- a quarter roll

I defeat that for a little while

The craze for money begins the day

On whose and others do we

See the earthly calls for greed?

Power dismantles all forms of sympathy

Absolute power absolutely dismantles

All forms of sympathy-

The peaceful pleas for sanity severs

The bond with sanity-

The insane mingles with the insane

And the discussion centers on

Making everyone sane-

Deaths become everyday tales

Told with such levity encountered

By a nagging fly’s buzz-

Waterboarding of a being is correctly

Explained with the first amendment

Someone in a country of bearded men

Decide to go against the world-

Bombs! Bombs! Bombs!

Kill, I kill, killings, we kill, blood

We pour more blood-

Blood kills along with all the

‘Evil for more evil’ verses and the

Papers continue the tale of evolution-

‘Now more civilized’

I decide to sleep

My eyes have called indeed

I don’t have friends, Enemies do I have

The best would be- liking my enemies

I don’t really see the coat been given

The coat on body, more coats in the wardrobe

A body with no coat meets this

And leaves without no coat

I see a slap on one cheek and that cheek

Is coursed by hands-

And those hands reply with a punch

Then follows with a machete

Taking off the head of the initiator

The cold night is fuming over my room

The needle of the eyes should prick

The happenings all over-

Well I am just little me in the world

I should just sleep and wake up

In the world-

Dark and cold