Mansion Full of Scars"- The Hidden Cost of Isolation.
My child ; let me tell you about a 60year old man who once lived in a beautiful mansion, said the weak old man, he went on to say;
He had beautiful kids, beautiful grand kids,
Billions of resources,
Rich sources,
He had fleet of cars,
But he lived a life full of scars,
He traveled to any country of his choice,
He kept his kids in the dark,
And thwarted their bright dreams for the future,
He couldn't create an environment for them to be safe...
I once told his son; "I can't live in that haunted mansion" he smiled and said; "It's not the mansion, it's the grey haired man, who ruled it for years"
It gave me thousands and more reasons to doubt his greyed hairs, erasing his years in the sands of time, he was on the verge of completing his story...
When...
I heard footsteps scurrying off the streets ,
I took to my feet!
What's happening on that end? I asked rhetorically ,
I heard the wolves had been set after everyone, said the young child running off to embrace the safest arms of his mother! What a hopeful sight to behold!
I turned to see for myself, but all I could see were humans chasing after humans,
Wondering where the real wolves at?
The woman upfront smiled and said; stop searching further, what you see are the real wolves, they walk around in Human form sending and sharing terror and a hell of horror ..
Devouring ,tearing and ripping our flesh off us,
Nothing is left of us,
Bleeding to Death,
From the deepest despair,
Came an outcry for a revolution,
Which became the only solution to a resolve,
Can it be solved?
Too many X's in the equation, asking us to find a Y,
A mathematical tussle of the mind,
We arrived at a difficult evaluation,
Our voices is the situation,
Our sad memos the citation,
We all scared!
Who will talk?
Who can speak without being haunted?
Am we safe?
It's not the foreigners that became the enemies,
We became our own safety and doom,
The environment every child once grew up in with much aspirations and determination is laced with lots of fear..
What to do?
There's a stampede on the other end of the streets,
We on a constant race,
What's harder? Life? Or the harsh cards? The environment? Or us?
I see the future,
I hear our voices ,
Making our clean choices...
A better morrow,
A better destination,
A safer environment,
An amazing wake of a new dawn.
Help us up,
Not the fights,
Help us up,
Give us the safest hugs,
Not the toughest thugs..
Lead us to the future,
Not to the lane of departure..
Hold our hands let's walk the peace and pace.
©HerMixedMuse
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