The daunting rain casts a shadow on
the land full of dirt.
The hunt in the eyes of people surviving
on their last breath searching for one last word.
The hope of butterflies on flowers is a
thought from the past.
The mindset of vulture pecking on dead roses that
will never come back to life.
The children playing on the merry go round joyfully,
now caught between bloody hands and black eyes.
It’s all the injustice of the dystopian world,
never coming back to life.
6 Responses
A beautiful poem with such a unique topic.
Very well expressed Sara.
Superb writing… truly a thought provoking poem on a very serious subject.
Bravo.
Deep thinking Sara!
Our sustained human behaviour can alleviate all such fears.
Awesome thoughts Sara. Words very well chosen 👏..bravo
Such a good read:)