Painting days which stand alone
Drawing history behind
Me while catching blue my zone,
Wondering through space of mind.
Daily news which speak so loud.
Crimes yet hating rising blind.
No values to hold on ground
The true meaning of mankind.
We are calling our days
Very smart while being proud.
It’s just nothing if the ways
Are still wounded under shroud.
It’s still useless if the love
Lost its battles on the hearts.
Bordering morbid above
Hope and Truth around the Earth.
It’s yet us to stand for Peace,
Love The Kindness, Hate Racism!
© Simona Prilogan, Nottingham