Baskadia

As I look through the cloud

a wavering thick smoke fills

my eyes.

I hear a sound, something familiar

a thrill of shock rushes down my veins, and what is that I see; A man on the ground and I wonder is he asleep. Then I hear a voice and I wonder, could it be a mother weeping in sorrow for the death of her son lifeless on the ground.

My TV grows weary of dust,

because I don't go there anymore.

The pain and sorrows anytime

I watch it anytime I look, something fills my eye, could it be

"tears". The pain of life lost, the anguish of watching a life fade

away and the government sit still.

There I see in a distance, the army

raging and the drums of war fill the earth, I sit down on the floor alone in darkness, because this tears I can't cry no more.