69. The colors fade and darkness consume it all.

Right and left, everything’s bad.
what’s with the news? again, something sad.
What do we gain from all these hate?
can we still unite or it’s too late?

The sparkling lights disappear,
even the rainbows become unclear.
Yes, the sun still rise from the east,
but the darkness still consumes like a beast.

Details of war are splayed upon us,
each of us has an opinion to pass.
Yet the most essential thing is what we forget.
where we need to become advocates for peace to be set.

Blaming isn’t the best solution,
it’s not even from assuming through race or religion.
The terror brought by any act of destruction,
this is where everybody must focus with determination.

The colors with fun can’t be seen at all,
but in darkness we must listen to the call.
We must not give up and protect the peace of everyone,
until the pains and the reasons of these will be gone.

World Peace

62. The truth oozes as the shell cracks.

It isn’t wrong to be strong.
In trials, we try to hold on for so long.
We’re taught to display what is good and happy,
women can’t always lead and men can’t be sappy.

The world is revolving in new media,
and the number likes and loves are the new quota.
I fell into this endless swirl of superficiality,
that I forgot to focus on the needs of humanity.

There are screams of injustice and oppression,
then there’s no aid for people falling to depression.
We dedicate ourselves in battling opinions,
and ignored the call for a peaceful union.

The past months were hectic,
personally, deadlines were tragic.
Along my way, I lost the true light.
The goal for humanity lost in sight.

I was wondering what I wanted to buy,
when suddenly I realized I heard a cry.
It is collective cry of despair,
for I have been, to this world, become unfair.

The shell cracks and the ugliness appear,
the ‘fake-ness’ of this world becoming clear.
We must stand up and fight the shallow reception,
and strive to become peaceful nations.

*inspired by Easter (a blessed one, y’all)
*a gudetama for a title-pun

 

19. The echoes are turning to screams.

The silence is deafening,
cliché but is happening.
Until something snaps,
and the bomb just pops.

It wasn’t near before,
so you weren’t affected to the core.
But the echoes become louder,
and the danger gets nearer.

There is nothing safe anymore,
even if you lock tightly the door.
As the echoes turn to screams,
war isn’t ending it seems.

*inspired by the numerous accounts of bombings around the world
*no photo as my aesthetical inspiration today

18. The sirens are loud.

The fields aren’t blooming,
like the hearts withering.
Even with the sun so high,
it’s still cold with their cries.

The piercing shrieks are bothering,
more so those who are dying.
With the goal to scare,
it’s about time to care.

The little ones who scream help,
reflect the realities of ourselves.
We aim to create rainbows,
yet these selfish ones had war as their choice.

The sirens are loud,
it’s not for you to be proud.
Let’s protect this reality,
let’s grow with unity.

*inspired by the recent attack in Brussels (let’s pray for the victims of the bombing and of everybody affected by the wars)
*no photo as my aesthetical inspiration today (but Happee retweeted a BTS tweet, lmao!)