Silent, introspective glare;
silver-shocked, ebony stare.
Watchful eyes, preordained;
clear once, now so pained.

Colours colliding in a mess;
teary eyes cannot take the stress.
Anger comes with lightening speed
followed by brothers, Hate and Greed.

Black-wrought eyes plead with us,
But we will not see what's just.
Crying eyes cannot explain,
how we bring about such pain.

We do not see, we do not listen.
Teardrops gather and glisten
in the corner of the eyes
that watch us from the distant skies.