Cloud Weavers

Little child Your tiny hands hold a little flower Delicately, you start weaving a story about peace In your gentleness, you understand how happiness works It is the sanctuary of warm softness in the heart Free of all clouds and stormy weather Little feet You walk on soft white sand Eagerly, you pull yourself up after each fall In your curiosity, you discover what makes you happy It is the freedom of making your own choices Unconstrained by necessity or fate Little heart You embrace everyone without judging Innocently, you follow the impulse of your instinct In your imagination, you build the foundation of harmony It is the pillar of mutual acceptance Co-existing with different beliefs Now, a grown young man Your hands are no longer soft and delicate In your journey, you learn how betrayal works Painfully, you slip and fall each time It is the feeling of deep hurt in the heart That pushes you forward Now, a capable man You walk on a long winding path In your trial and error, you finally grasp the true nature of humans Disappointedly, you sigh at the people who create war And those who instill hatred in today's youth It is the sense of rightness that moves you Now, a man of experience You let your thoughts flow upon paper Dipped in the ink of blood, words continue to flourish Seamlessly, you integrate your enchanting imagery With the blessings of God's living water You paint a ladder of inspirations reaching the horizons Seeds of the new generation They are dreaming of a better future Far from the opening chambers of blind heartaches Those who drowned in the darkness of their moonshine spirits Burning sinners and hypocrites Drunken smartass slurring in a poetic oxymoron slang Evil minds Your eyes grin when you take away lives It is the cold heartless stare that you exude Until your victims' breaths leave their bodies The demons in you rejoice in your attachment to them Your souls are no longer your own Unfilled vessels The windows of your souls are sealed off You have fenced yourself in to keep out the goodness Spitting in Love's face, you bow to your Demon God It is the hatred that you cling onto When you weave long threads of recorded bad memories Unforgiving gale It approaches with a full force Floors tremble and vibrate When the houses break, it will be swift and inevitable It is an unstoppable vortex of good and evil A battle of hurling vile obscenities Demon possessed You will curse everything holy swearing lies Sweet talking arrogance with no bounds Under a thousand points of light So blind becomes the beggars vision of a predator Rattling through the cages of time Death holds a beating pulse Harsher than physical wounds exposed Pain burns the poker scorching hot inside empty skulls They curl their tongues in mockery of life Cultivating a culture of takers and pranksters Givers are now doomed and deemed foolish Where do we go from here? Stuck in past mindsets, the old must find a way To break the mold and make peace The young and new blood should never give up On peaceful tolerance and forgiving love Let bygones be bygones, start now with peace a co write by liam mc daid and Angeline Lim