The sun proceeds over the tear-stained faces
Never wondering or stopping to find the truth
People in the streets look up at, thinking thoughtfully
Wondering if they would do it…
All the very best of us consider it once or twice
It’s inevitable—the pain we feel can be overwhelming
Cry, considering the other option.
What do we do when it seems like the only one?
Thoughts buzz quietly across the green
Spinning around the puzzled minds of sorrowed people
They wonder if we have won
They think the war is over
For some reason, the blood and gore will never end
Violence is fought with violence
Will it ever end?
Explain one thing, and make it the truth
Force it down their throats
They’ll believe
Anything.
The moon pushes the sun away violently, making its dark mark
On the lonely faces that have not looked away since dawn
Searching hopelessly for an answer.
It will never come.
Tell me the truth, please.
Truth is like honey, but sometimes honey is too sweet.
Truth is like chocolate, but chocolate can be too bitter.
Bitter, what a splendid word!
I know something went wrong, I feel it in my gut.
I’m scared and tired. I know it will never end.
They can’t accept it, they never will.
I know it.
Please, help us.
Help
Us.
We need it.