destroyed.

Harmony and balance are rare,

every hue is a construed truth.

But truth is strange;

Shreds hearts into pieces,

truth is bitter-

wrecks harvoc a mid tranquility.

Our whims reign supreme,

resigning hopes to desperation.

Love, life and hatred

are in delicacy of our palms,

our universe dots with anger;

tongues lashing bitter manifestations

of our dumpen hearts,

so we speak, sing and dànce-

to the destructive tune of our lives.

But then, our qualms are never a hinderance,

to the cutting trap

that leaves out open in red.

Mocked intelligence fills our air;

stuffy! Self importance distorts

the future of reason.

Stepping back we've sworn not to,

as we inter our souls-

in pits dug by our ignorance:

Destroyed.

Bunguswa Writes.