People Of The Sun Poem by Alexander Foald

Imagine my resentment toward this creature
Why on earth did they fill the bowl with sand and storm?
I can’t stop the breeze from being sucked into the sky
But my head is full of anger, madness is the only conclusion

And the house is still burning at the east post
Like no else ever wanted to see in the very first place
Humanity was a joke for the people of the sun
Where all flares of the solar perceived as the destined end

I can’t believe my eyes that is now blind
At such time when I have to deliver ignition to the gods
I was having a bloom beside the trees and flowers
Not knowing they can take ages and times off of me
While I believed that we can gather at one place
They never seem to like the hypocrisy that flows in my vein

And that’s how I got lost into this place
The temple of sinners and liars; children of hatred
Pull my string of life out of the dark
And you’ll see why we lived in such a great day