From The Quill

I stand and watch The pawns change colour  As the chessboard burns.  Thoughts rattled, ideas shackled I often wonder how faith turns.  Blind they are, following kings to wars Being the first in fallen lines.  Wrath of Nature, angered Gods?  It's all your doing, humans. History repeats, blood and scar Yet you don't learn love over waging wars. ~ Suranya

The cry of the peacock haunts me  The scared call of the animals beyond  What have you done, mankind?  Where are your moral grounds?  We watch them burn  Being grazed on the grounds  Thousands of homes,  Millions of hopes abandoned.  All because Man wants  War and progression;  To develop a planet  Where only the rich survive,  Buy oxygen to breathe,  Make synthetic food to eat  And boast about a healthy life. ~ Suranya