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.