To be an assumption

For life is our art and art is itself,
a mirror of truth a changing for best,

but get yourself captured and it will be found,
that life is too hard to pick off the ground,

now these children weep for there sister is lost,
and what can be gained at this stupid cost?

her mother will cry her brother will kill,
and their lifes are dark until hearts are still,

and what is the cause who will it be?
who let there tongue wander so free?

and have they moved on did they repent?
or do they keep living their mind ever bent?

these are some questions but others are asked,
and inside our minds still more remain masked.

delve through your mind to your deepest thoughts,
and if you were in such a position think what you ort.