Finding Laja

The sky growls angrily

And makes the world dim

Roaring through the shaky Earth

Casting war below him

 

The inky waves under the reigning sky collide and crash

Ripping and tearing each other to the very core

The ocean breaks and shreds itself to pieces

Like a country in a civil war

 

The ocean divides

Splitting its once singular soul

Aiming salty fists at each other

And swallowing one another whole

 

Destruction comes early

and is greeted with smiles

She watches elements of the same composition

Battling relentlessly for a long while

 

With a smirk in her black lips

She snickers at the view

The ocean turns red

And the sky does too

 

The oceans throw each other down

The sky rumbles, lives are at stake

And although in unison the world is stronger

The Earth starts to break

 

Like crumbs, inhabitants of sky and sea

Start to spread

Seeking asylum elsewhere

Where perhaps they won’t end up dead

 

Across the angry water

They try to make their way

Memories of violence are cast on them

Shriveled bodies collected and laid  

 

The land sees the innocent

And hears their crying pleas

She reaches out toward them

As they’re begging on their knees

 

But Destruction with mischievous eyes

Sees the refugees

And swats the arms reaching down

Letting the tears become one with the sea

 

As the waves eat each other

And as the sky shakes with doom

The innocent are swallowed

Into a portal of misfortune

 

All at once the oceans halt

The sky’s anger breaks free

All is left is a dead silence

And the ghosts of empty pleas

 

The sky adjusts the moon

And casts a sorrow light

At the shore where the waves crash

Lie the remains of a preventable plight

 

A red shirt, blue pants

And black soggy little shoes

A boy rests his cheek gently

As if hearing the Earth’s muse

 

As though merely napping

Eyes rested without pain

The foams of the sea caress him

And blankets the rest of his remains

 

Destruction fades away slowly

The sky makes way for the sun

The oceans puzzle back together

Solemnly looking at the destruction done

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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