These days I’ve seen doves become ravens
Yet the grace remains in their flight. Hunger,
The difference between the good and the evil.
I watch from afar as death and injustice
Rest atop the apex of this epoch as deities.
My hands appear bloody in my dreams.
Their deaths stain both the lost and silent.
My heart tries but will never be resilient.
I call it a curse because I’m fearful of the truth I see.
Anchor myself in truth though I speak in allusions
For it hurts my soul to know. The world has illusions
That I never make friends with. Castoff in the sea.
If I end up drowning in all the blood spilled by the avaricious
Know I have no regrets for I could never close my own eyes.
Vasha'Lakar 