Eight countries rule the rule
And none of then from the dark continent...
Shut down, pushed away,
you try so hard...
Why I see what nobody can see
In this deep dark night...
I contemplate my understanding
of the hope we have to feel we belong...
Upside Down,
All Around...
Often a night
dark and tense...
I asked if I could help,
I even said please...
*this is like the first poems I wrote that doesn't...
Once full of innocence, honesty, and trust...
Laying idle, you're fading fast,
A refugee to this mist...
Make up and style, fashion and diets
Whats with the world...
Another day has passed by
But the cloud is still crying...
Where are those kids
who roamed the glazed streets...