Those seeds are sown, not on soil,
not on earth – the fertile floor
It’s sown in minds of those unlucky souls, relenting men
whose heart bore the pain that watered these seeds along!
The seed implants its root, deep into those wounds,
the plant which flourishes bears those forbidden fruits
Hatred – oh, it eats mankind leaving none, devouring all
Day by day the wound deepens,
pain catches hold the good in one and all
pain catches hold the good in one and all
“An eye for an eye makes everybody blind”, wise words
of wisdom
long forgotten by these unlucky souls!
1 comment:
Its time to end the madness.and begin the revolution -a complete new madness of love.
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