Present.

With the futile flames of riots,

The warm heads lifting

arms: for pen and weapon

Days have been warmer

The nights, restless.

The moisture of rage,

The suffocation of blabbers,

where are we leading 

with man-caused heat and battles?

Through the lesson that was never learnt,

We've come a long way,

in ego, misunderstanding, and deceit

in endless fights and forfeits.

Like there's a promised rain,

after a catastrophic roast

In the same way, can I wish for 

the negatives go down the drain,

after this deadly toast!

In these useless battles,

let's not drench our souls further

for it only corrupts peace and harmony,

and the result is never white

with stains all over and feelings sublimed.