I live in fear

fallenpoets:

I fear the day
when children
bicker and fight
and mushroom
clouds illuminate
perilous nights

I fear the day
when the price
of life should fall
so low, that power
starved imbeciles
launch missiles
into places where
babies sleep,
and father’s pray
while mother’s weep.

I fear the day
I look into
my child’s eye
and lie and lie
voice splintered
whispering
“We aren’t going to die”.

I fear the day
the skies unfold
and bombs reign.
Rivers of blood
flowing through
the cold streets;
my brothers slain.

I fear the day
I look into
my child’s eye
and lie and lie
saying
“Everything is fine”.

~ZiXo// We all fall down