Hail Of Reality Poem by Raniyal Niyada

The blood in the streets stops my ink
when they curve to scribbles words of beauty
beauty is around for all to see
and people sigh at the sight of it often
so is the blood and violence
still we all remain mute
the obvious disarray is caressing us
poking us every once in a while
but our systems are immune to the pokes
for they are trained to avoid them
for you are all that matters to you...
my pen wants to cry out their pain
at the sight so cruel
I don't stop them at the moment
i let them cry their words out
their tears showers
tearing apart my heart
and words here are formed
for theirs tears are of a true soul's
who says they don't feel a thing?
nay, a lie it is...
their skin is wary as ours
so is their sense intact
they have a heart and mind of their own
for the pen borrow the sense of all...