Love and hate, love and hate that’s all we speak of

Burning sensations

Fruitless emotions

Sinful waverings

Yielding affections

Shaken whispers

Trembling passions-

And we forget

We forget we pigeonhole we discard we ignore

the pain

the famine

the cries of raped flowers with long midnight hair

the bums down the frozen street with a bottle of liquid fire at hand

the children in the faraway lands next door digging their tiny nails in a sterile patch of land (agony, agony and rivulets of salty tears on their dry, sore faces)

the dismembered youth on the bed of loneliness

the pain again

the death all around us

the death of our so precious humanity

the eyes of the pregnant beggar on the dirty pavement as she prays to whomever god she cherishes

-for mercy-

love and hate and lust and fights

when there’s so much blood on our numb hands.