…So bleed red and live
Don’t fly, instead soar up high…
We bleed red.
The same red a rose adorns,
the same that lures a bull.
Why, then, doth my eyes deceive me!?
My vague perception shook.
A six or a nine,
the blacks and whites via which we see.
Why does every brain have a different story to tell?
Why do we silence our conscience deep in hell?
Why? Oh! Why don’t all of us look through the same eyes?
Why does that girl of twelve need a reason to smile?
Why can’t we cherish a millennium of dreams- yours and mine!?
The Earth in a nutshell:
Perceptions that deceive;
yet we, humans, have taught ourselves to believe.
Atrox Melior Dulcissima Veritas Mendacious.
(The bitter truth is better than the sweetest lies.)
© achillesheelpoetry, 2020