it's called our precious domain:
in a blink
whoever's gone is gone,
just when a human runs riot
like an animal, or worse-
a devil
and whatever's done is done.
sitting, my back against a wall,
my soul ripping into pieces,
with pain i remain.
i close my eyes and try to fall,
i'll wake up later safe and sane.
i leave the dust and ashes,
and flee to our green plains
between pansies and irises,
finally, my spirit now regains
it's morales, and sustains.
BANG!
bombs and rockets roar.
shivers break me into tears.
i hide and try to shield myself,
to veil my dreadful fears.
gunpowder filled my nostrils.
i panicked, i screamed,
but alas!
i raised my voice in vain,
it vanished,
then sent me back an echo
to tell me "you're insane,
no time to complain"
i wiped up my tears.
a pure vision upon my eyes,
i see,
a violent oppressor-- no doubt
trying to vaporize
just on the very land of us,
that's what it's all about.
i stood back to my feet
this time i'm not alone,
i held it close to my lips
and kissed the precious stone,
and there i went on..
plz tell me what do you think.
were you able to understand what i was aiming to in the end?
