Friday, August 31, 2012

Black, Red and White

There is red in the streets,
the incessant haze damaging your vision.
Catacombs of identity.
love and riches' collision.

The hired words of Satan
pierce the halo of the guardian angel.
The waters have gone calm
no ripples, no call of danger.

The burdened back, the obscuring tears
swirl along with the black river.
A ghost is left guarding your soul
which fades away as the moment comes nearer.

Laid beneath the debri
of honour that we pride ourselves on.
Black and white we witness while earth revolves
reining insanity which runs amok.