Once we awoke to the sound
of a ship
Resounding gloom for us from the sea
It had come for our bones;
our blood, our minds
Albino dropped out with blue eyes
Shackled men of earth display
packed by dark men aboard.
The ship sneaked unto the sea
far away to abroad.
If and when we would decide to read poetry or a piece of discerning article a day, our world is, then headed for a change. No magic potion whatsoever: if there were, politicians would have used it a long time ago. Our mind is all that we have; the only exception to tricks of all corners and angles. Enjoy the luxury and peace of poetry...
