(From Dreams of A Blue Moon by Bedoor Khalaf)
Darkness along with broken pride
as the glass of water breaks
seeing the wrong, not seeing the right
as bones in their graves shake.
Chaos around yet not a way
to change the angel’s mind
for the person that once has been a saint
will be a traitor to all mankind.
Will not care less to what others feel
since everyone has done him wrong
will cause harsh pain and torture on
those with a heart that longs.
Nowadays love is a sin
and only sinners love
roses turn into weeds
crows created from doves.
Pain and violence the only words
known to the human race
painted masks and hypocrites
stained on people’s face.
Angels turn to demons as
they realize life is unfair
but what stunned them most is the fact
that love no longer cares.