I wish for so many things. Like sleep Like quiet Like a good look at the sky. Like sounds of the stream and the flowers Like the noise of the trees. But all i can hear are the cries and the screams And the thunder of hatred. And I feel the shame of the helpless. There is nothing I can do. To stop this. Nothing anyone can do to stop this.
The ravings of a maniac. A fusion of fears, mythical and current.