Burning People From The Desert - Poem by Alexander Foald
I thought of the endless day
When the sun won’t stop shining down
A burning tree stands still watching its own fate
Crumble as the fire laughs at his face
And I thought, “I am looking for it, ”
That’s the way I am now
The state of being burnt while you’re breathing
Away from the past, approaching to the future
And this senseless world never seems too much
To understand why people get hurt or why they cry
And those reckless just hand down to the revolutionary
Waiting for their leader to be taken down and die in vain
And then we’ll ask why
Why did you do that to me?
Why did you shoot my faultless father?
Why did you let me down?
Suffocating by the emptiness of intention
Assumption become nothing more than prejudice
And they said god made humans based on him
I wonder who made the devil for his own image
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