Daybreak

I have kinda gone back to my doomsday style writing... mah b. I have been working on some hopeful nice things, but the words haven't come together just yet.


Daybreak

The night rises against a stark back drop.
Spare them the excuses and justification.
When the bombs fell,
there was no such courtesy.

Children cried at their mother's breast,
begging for the scraps of nourishment,
and being fed by resignation.
Their bellies are bloated, hunger for truth.

We are enslaved,
by the repetitious cycles.
Vicious fervor they all cried,
"Torment, Torment."

Feet wore blisters as protection,
from the ground of mines
that brought embers to their pilgrimage.
A journey without peace.

Shelter was the comfort,
that was found within the lining of a coffin.
Powerlessness lay at the wife's feet,
tyranny as a widow maker.

Equality put heads to a stake,
their mouths screaming for atonement.
It's always so fair to everyone,
save some, more fair than you.

Crumbled schoolhouses,
where children no longer played
were left to corrode in the sand.
A new era of ignorance on the horizon.

When the sun finally rose,
shown only the smoldering remains of hope.
A silence that rolled hush through deserts
once alive with temperance and faith.

Tears were all that was left to shimmer,
in the burning sunlight.
Scathed by the brightness of luster -
innocents disappeared into the glare.