Sunday, 4 October 2015

To Him


Celestial Bird of light

Thou art so rarest

Few fortunate souls

Find you

Recognize you

Follow you

They are the salt of the earth

Thou art born not only for them

But for us too

The worldly beings

Do we care?

Thou art our path to immortality

Do we care?

We are starving souls

Yet your words are manna dew

To appease hunger

Do we care?


We cling to this world

We kill


Our tongues are fire made

Heart of hatred

We speak

In the language of bullet

Our hands are made of Kalashnikov

Yet thou love us still

Thou hast kept us alive

So that we may look up and find you


Do we really care?


Posted for Poetry Pantry @ Poets United