A Cry...

the world can't see the plight in my eyes..
so who must i blame; a pretentious society..?
i must be a fool if i do so..
but un-noble quarrels of religion ..
does not make peace with sleep and surrender ..
Please wake up.. there wont come a healing rain..

Having flown far and deep .. I carried this twig
looking for peace to plant them..
but now they die and here they lie..
Though I still dream of free skies and secure tommorow..
and bring the children to the world of my forefathers..
who feared not to smile at dawn..
and welcome sleep with equal warmth..
but here i am ; wrinkled an the brow and tired in the wings..
still i fly.. fly..