The cry of the hunters has waxed and waned

The hold of society,

unveiled

And as I bend double with streaks of crude tears and raw senses

At the officer’s feet

I cannot think…I cannot see….and its becoming tough to breathe.

People don’t see

People don’t know

People can’t understand

But they always talk, though.

They come to illogical conclusions

To brute reasoning

And fear over manner

To overpower those around.

Holding on

To what remains of me…

Of us

Of our pureness

And sanity.

With that we entered the new world

The pool of land in the acres of sea.

And because I am here

To try to make things ok

And try to ease our pain away

I am left with the scars of ignorance they have left upon me

Those who solemnly sweared to hunt.

The destructive machines that out of their own will

Become the eager sweat of passion

That wich drives them to a peak of no return.

There was Simon

He knew to keep himself away

To hide what he had to say

In order to survive

But in the moments when the island was tearing apart

And clashing amongst the many waves had tattered away the sensesibleness

He opened to them with the truth

And was taken away by the ocean along with the halo of lights.

And there was also Piggy

Who was at the round of every snicker

And the reminder of what no one wanted to remember

He was smart

And even clever

But when the clarity was stolen

So was his conscience

With a cry for fairness

And the mid prayer of hope

A rock blundered on him

And like an angel falling from the sky

He fell into the ocean.

The other boy

Who believed he too could be equally crowned Chief

Stepped down when it came to admit his faults,

But stepped above when the others admitted theirs.

As lenient as I have tried to be

It was futile to continue trying

And I ran

Ran…

My legs carried what little of me had survived

As the island turned into the bright red, orange and yellow flower blooming

Beneath the sky.

My muscles are sore from the wry ways of life

and the unready welcomes that were forced to be given

no one can possibly fully comprehend the burn of this blunt emotion.

Not even those who were going back to that equal war after this rescue.