We are a group of travelers.
Each speaking a different language,
with the same goal in mind.
Failing to reach the destination
for lack of communication
as we muddle through space and time.
It’s a predictable predicament.
Useless eyes that refuse to see
through the lies. Hopelessly shuffling
towards an edge that leads to our own demise.
At some point in the journey,
an agenda was birthed.
Divide and conquer
was the propaganda.
Unity could no longer be served.
We jump into the void with our blind faith.
Eyes closed. Holding back the crocodile tears.
Failing to hear the message
muffled by the sound whistling in our ears.
Art Credit: Nour