As the crescendo of screams- continues to spurt,
Into the cacophonies of a tidal wave-
The numb denials give way,
To the rawness of reality
And yet the dream lives on, born
From all of yesterday's tragedies,
With alarming frequency
The chaos and pain, that has been,
Is forgotten or twisted, into something,
New and unrecognisable.
So the blood-letting under the sky continues,
With ignorant and blinkered cycles,
Of blood-lust and power-lust,
Moving on ever forward, along the same path;
Is there a utopia we are building with our blood
Or is there a dystopia we are constructing with our greed?
From time immemorial, humanity has been on a quest.