They lie everywhere
in homes, market places
schools and work tables
These broken pieces
Some bit by sharp misconceptions
Some dashed by invisible icebergs
They lie in trembling interludes.
Some were made with love
some conceived in ignorant haste
some sculpted with immense care
some just bloomed in baskets of waste
Trust has fled these raging shores as
tsunamis tore into desperate whorls.
Arsonists light their flaming torches
feigning to dispel the deliberate darkness
but throwing matches into turbulent cores.
Hearts have kernels that no longer bleed
Shells impervious to mortal dreams
Young buds briefly bloom in rigid nurseries
Soon they too develop, a cynical gleam
Where once knowledge joined curious minds
Distorted visions have divided lives
The books, the tongues, the clashing colours
have bonsied rainbows into gaudy beams.
Blame one, blame all, blame the silent gods
They watch helpless nailed to immovable pedestals
Or call the crows, the conscience cleaners
Let common souls take over the uncommon service
with open minds and broken chains
Swallowing the rotten bits, erasing the shame
the environment can no longer bear to sustain..
Ignorance is never a plausible excuse
Silence is only an adroit approval.
Gather scattered pieces, smoothen edges frayed
Let the human resurrection begin today!