Babel's Disease

Seas

spreading

Babel’s

disease...

Can you

ear, my friend?

Words, for

them,

Are

nothing, but a poets fluency…

In the end,

For as much

as it shakes your hand,

You are

engraving stories in the sand…

Can you

see, my friend?

The

darkness they turn to light,

Asking

nothing of you,

But being

polite…

Can you

hear, my friend?

Their pain

is greater than ours,

They count

days, minutes and hours,

In fear

that their beauty will someday be gone…

Don’t you

see?

In the

middle of the crowd,

They are

all alone.

Text by C.M.V.R (MySoulToTake)

Art by Google