Ashes
In every wave there is a ripple that follows after
The animals breathing in the air of the dead
Reborn in its own flesh and bone
In a world of reincarnation into the next cycle
The wrong time has come again this is the end
Let me go I am here
The world in it flavor full of truth and hidden by lies
I know that life was never meant to be…
Alone
We are not here to burn in the ashes but we are here to rise in its glory
In an unexplainable fashion called life.
This poem is about:
My country
Our world