The brightness of another end
The fragile state of our world, where intelligence and madness often walk hand in hand.
As it rumbles and it stumbles,
I have nobody to reach,
as the night's starting her speech.
There’s
a tiny light that crumbles,
giving hope in times of sadness,
making darkness lesser rich.
Me
still running in the morning,
with the wind strong in his roaring,
I see the Sun, starting to preach.
More
is music in the trees.
There are birds, lizards, and bees
speaking kindly to each other,
with nobody there to bother—
but that stranger on his knees!
All
are hearing this warm speech.
It’s just nature, in her clinch.
But...
the light becomes more rich.
’Cause
some people, in their madness,
through stupidity and blindness,
giving other suns such brightness
that is taking lives, not give.
And
those birds, lizards, and bees—
they are no more in the trees!
…………………………………..
Endless darkness, cold,
keeping everything on hold.
There’s a grey…
a fall of snow?!
It is glowing!
What a show!
Still…
with nobody in the row!
Who is left to watch this woe?
Hmm...?!
Cockroaches,
and a crow.
If we continue down this path, what will remain?