The Witness

A view from the outside

I am the witness

Through the lens it is distorting

And the all colour fades to shade

I do what I can to bare this

 

I have seen the forest give way to field

As a witness I cannot stop it

When life yields to the pressure

We have a place to build our safety

 

Brick by brick we will undo this place

No remorse for the evil we sow

Two fingers high in the face of the mother

No statement, cure, or case

 

Until the day we can witness the wonders

When we understand that we destroy from within

Until the shade gives way to colour

In the darkness we will sow our sin

Reviews

[Agrud]

Two thumbs up! Enjoyed reading your poem .