World 2050 Poem by Alexander Foald

As we hear the screams through the air
Flooding down to our veins
Running up throughout the bloodlines
Fire is just another thing beside your anger

The wounded souls will not be able to speak
Of the pain they don’t deserve to get
The crying forests are staring at the sky above
Wondering how far it takes to achieve your dream

On the shore in the southern
Dying mermaids singing the heartsick songs
With their hands holding each other
While the merciless bullets pierce through these shadows

I can’t see the blue mountain in the north
Those orange colors paint the sky with dark grey clouds
Across the valley of dreams and illusions
There’s death and something we can’t recognize

We are all different and separated individual
Having brains don’t mean having the same thoughts
While eyes only see but not speak,
Lips only say sympathy and promises
And our bed is now crumbling down