AFTER EVERYTHING
AFTER EVERYTHING That random noise is still heard by my ears That dark sky with no shining star is what my eyes wish to see every night. The peace around me craves that conflict on which humanity resided. The bogus run for money is what now my legs want to run. This abundance of food only reminds me of the scarcity which prevailed. This freedom around me is more like a bondage to the past. These days of community are the embodiment of the eras of conflict. These people around me, reduced considerably are the truth behind the previous hoards of billions. There lies the open sky which had a breath of fire some years ago. There lies the cleanest stream ever formed in a gazillion years, the baby of the chemicals thrown into the water. Those who have survived the battle for satisfaction of human greed, now seem to me as weaklings. These days of peace are the ongoing reminders of the glories of conquest. Just some smil...