I walk through the ruins of what

was once was.

The rise is of the rebellious nation’s in

the midst of the innocent soul’s where

the dark clouds had so many temptations.

The winds echoes emptiness through

the merry conversation’s, it is undeniable

invasion on the presence of my own

generation.

The state of my mindset is in ruins,

life is strange: here and there are the

screams and shouts of those who

are still trying to survive.

Every book on the library shelve is left

unreal far from the scene that is left

unsaid.

Fiction has blurred the vision’s on every

side’s of life. The missing part of the

world’s power’s is taken away by the

authority of scientist’s and left everything

unsaid through the face of our motherland’s.

May peace and love walk in the hearts

of man yet again and rebuild the

generations to come. May reality fix

brutality for us to see prosperity yet

again.