-Vanishing Horizons-

Vanishing horizons,
bone stained streets,

fear,

cash without redemption,
guns without food,

children of children,
lost
in between pictures
on briefs
worthy of a glance
and a sigh,
before we step into
our daily routine,
on
cherry lined roads,
or grand streets
of history
(with selective memory)

before we eat croissants,
toast and jam,
hot
cereal,
and sip our
coffee, or morning tea
with pasteurized
milk,

children are lost

to a thrashing of a machete,

lost

to art of dying
nasty,
on a stopwatch,

diseased parents and
deceased minds,

a husband to a wife,
a sister to a brother,
a mother to a child,
stripped and rapped
of their love
for each other,
(morning kisses and
evening whispers)

left to rot
among the millions.

And,
just like a pebble
kicked aside
off the sole
of a polished shoe,
we keep walking
step by step,
again and
again.