HUMAN STORM
the sun in the sky,
shadows of a city on the street,
and those days go by,
shimmering in the summer heat.
watching the children play so innocent they seem to be,
with every breath we create a new day.
soul within a lie,
and hands left so filthy.
the earth of the future
and the rain clouds that form,
no longer so beautiful,
no longer so pure.
we create our own human storm.
in the bodies that love,
in the minds that hate.
in a time no one can remember,
the absence of will,
soon turns to bring our fate.