Zephyr
Black skies flying overhead.
I keep walking but all I can see is
The dark clouds passing me by.
I see a broken mirror,
Shards flying in dead air.
I see a crippled mask,
Its owner crumpled to the ground.
I see crushed houses,
Their roof tops shattered in,
Their windows blocked,
Their doors with bullet holes.
I see fire surrounding
The forest in which I walk on,
Trees evaporating the smoldering dusky sky.
Flowers ablaze in the darkened zephyr.
I see their plastered smiles,
Lying though their teeth.
Pretending never works when
It's transparent.
I can see their world,
Feel their helplessness.
Trust broken in two,
Paradise twisted in all.