A Plea From the Lost

Let the pouring rain crush me mercilessly
Under a massive abyss of stone colored clouds,
Behind undisclosed hallways, with no sun to thine
And let the skies be open to offer up loose stars.

Envy has never been stainless;
Facing the unending, ever-present lines,
Lines which we ignore, lines that tend to last;
Lines that cage us up behind morphed masks.

Life and death aren’t supposed to be painless,
Not in the way our fate was written with ashen hands;
Belonging to an unrelenting arm,
Pouring from a stony mind.

Let the ocean crash into me soundlessly;
For every year to come, a tear must be shed,
A promise should be broken,
And a course should be changed.

Let the red splendor overcome yards
Of no-man’s lands, of crushed hearts,
Of seas of green hopes and innocence of child
Of blinding white, of smothering black.

Let the pain not be shown to strangers,
Especially when blue skies threaten to press and smash;
Upbeat risks should not be tainted
For a soul that’s already consumed by lies.

And please let the Earth open up in half,
Let it swallow us culprits, let the good ones to shine,
Over cracked, weak surfaces, their duty will provide
And please, God, let our children keep forever their spark.