Poison Angles

POISON ANGLES

Peep into my pale eyes, compressed with the the anguish of fire,
with no drop of water, to quench it.
My sights have been blindfolded by these papers of falsehoods,
Painted in blue, clearer than the Pacific ocean.

Where in my motherland,
There is a fortune of gossips of good. 
 The truth dwells so distantly no hands can reach but a few,
 Like a sojourner wanders day and dusk to get to the mountains of truth.

I Still recognize this devoted sunny day,
How I solicited mercy for the corruption, I never initiated.
Living caged with chains of fears for decades,
Feed with the poison of belief,
Where the truth is extracted, and fed to the-able men.
 
My hushed lips became so loud, 
My say echoed across nations. 
Where I and my brothers took to the vanguard of the battleground,
With no iron blades and swords in our bare hands,
But only the cardboard of truth in words.
Lies on every page of this paper.
-PICTORY