Battle scarred hearts

Ah that wall again, a monument of such cunning ingenuity-
It moves and comes around to smash into you;

The running scenery looks the epitome of tranquillity-
A lie, facade and the absolute betrayal of what is true:

The fiercest of faces with battle scarred hearts-
Where the bleeding ends all life and the screams echo
And the night and the day, contain testimonies to oblivion-
Let the peace be born out of the hysteria and madness;
Let the forces of destruction subside
As the realities of creative rebirth begin-
The fight is never done;
Just as the ocean ebbs and flows
So does the human soul resist and grow.
The worth of morality, is the known power amidst anarchy,
As it is the light of hope, amongst the insane disbelief-
Of being alive.

The wall of deception appears unconquerable and high,
As the mundane repetitions, of numbed living-

Give reasons for the hopelessness; of wanting to even try-
As the steps forward, begin from a base of spiritual forgiving.

J.Bibi