THE WORLD OF HUMANS
Everything's aflame, what's all this hurt?
Why don't tears soothe hideous scars and burns?
What's with the wind of terror outside?
Should I run or wear a disguise?
Is it too late for me to skip the slide?
Which crashes into the daylight and drowns into the seas,
This slide, I keep rolling on it,
Against my ease.
What is with my soul, my heart and my mind?
Why am I bewildered and hide from my own kind?
Why don't tears soothe hideous scars and burns?
What's with the wind of terror outside?
Should I run or wear a disguise?
Is it too late for me to skip the slide?
Which crashes into the daylight and drowns into the seas,
This slide, I keep rolling on it,
Against my ease.
What is with my soul, my heart and my mind?
Why am I bewildered and hide from my own kind?
This Poems Story
It depicts a war-like scene where the narrator is perplexed on the fact that the destroyer is of the same race as her, the HUMAN RACE.
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