for earth reddens on tears.

When the sky frowns at a new dawn,

shedding tears that salts the wounds,

and scrubbing into scars of broken bonds;

to morning chills I surrender my struggled for crown.

I've known skies and tears they cry,

I've known thunderstorms and the lightning,

I've known the deafening and blinding feeling 

I've known mornings when men dine with the dead,

and under the drizzling tears I face the cold-

heart and mind-burdened; to the world yonder.

I'm marching- I'm running from any wonder,

for morrow's gone, and morning drowned in tears so cold.

The earth oft° reddens on tears when it can,

as ashes too rest in a common urn.

©Bunguswa™