Bleeding Heart

BLEEDING HEART
                             
      
 We sit watching zilch; grieving,
Having nothing else to believe in.
In our place, our hearts grows older,
 Our grunts and sighs makes it colder.
As days goes by,
We end it with a sigh.

Our world is wounded; we have lived a lie,
In our tears we ask why?
As the grass is blessed with the morning dew,
We wake to see us but a few.
And pray not for another dire,
Bold but hopeless we aspire.

Without armours we fight in the dark,
A gory war that we must embark.
Then by day we count our ruins,
Bury the dead and treat the wounds.
We creep to our hide with wounded feet,
Another bloody day we must complete.

Gloom cover the faces of children from alphabeta
Cholera breaks it spell on their cracked lips,
With hopeful eyes praying for a life more better,
And wish to survive what life brings.
Their hands cover in blood instead of toys,
Willing to fight without a choice.

The wind works against us in the dark,
Softly calling from the east,
Then whispers with a sort of stifled bark,
Lo! Then come  voices of the beast.
Stumbling with lean legs; finding our way,
Until it shines upon us again another day.

By day we fear the evil rain
That brings flames and destruction,
Leaving us to grieve in we pain,
Until it unleashes a new turn.
As fear rips our heart in length,
We struggle to find strength.

Our desert tongues lick our body ooze
With dry throats, and empty stomach,
Having nothing else to choose,
All virtues as sapiens we've lack.
Blood becomes fresh water
And we consume the flesh of our sons and daughter.

They say those who err reap the fruit of their sins,
We waited, believing it be true,
But we see them celebrate days of wins,
And now we only sit and look while our hatred grew,
Lingering, if our fate will alter
Or will come the karma of the latter.

We have put on a mask that grins and lies,
That hide our face but reveals our grieving eyes,
With bleeding hearts we wear a smile,
That lasts only for a short while.
We gather ourselves and sing with a sigh,
Mourning why our lives are the debt we pay to human guile.

Our hearts find rest in the rain,
Our hearts find peace in dismay,
Our hearts believe and feign
And our hopes it betray,
God has enjoyed upon us this life,
To survive this brutality we must strive.