01
Sep
05

Cut deep

It’s shattered…
Everything.

Can’t say we didn’t care,
can’t say we are blind.

Were we silent,
or stupid? Dumb perhaps.

It’s broken…
All things.

Soul spirit cries out,
Naked hand reaches high.

Only my fellow brother clapsed it,
but where are my cousins?

Maybe they think my brothers rich,
able and strong, without a need to wail.

The world watches in silence,
silenced perhaps by the guardians of truth.

It’s torn…
It cuts deep, damn deep.

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moogleBorn and bred in KL, Malaysia. Now studying for his Phd in Singapore. Learning to walk one fall at a time.
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