left to bloom
in an ocean of darkness.
our love is a flowerbed
that no one will stop
to smell and see
because they are preoccupied;
blinded by their ignorance
and loathing of one another.
and what will be their salvation
when the sky shatters and falls?
certainly not you or me.
and what will bring peace
when this war gets out of hand?
definitely not me or you.
but when they wish to learn
love and tenderness
in a rock-hard, stone-cold
world?
