Broken Breakfast

Breakfast appears in mourning and sorrows The sugar that came hanging on our lips got drown into tears Stray bullets flew over the table singing ridiculously in chorus The blue skies changed color crashing our hope and feelings Fear visited every olive branch darkening its shallow beginning While gladiators flooded the table looting gold and diamonds Morning breakfast is totally broken into unending tears The sound of guns ran through the window pane, not a usual one, our table is struck and surrounded by bloodshed Thousands of vegetables fell off the table Disturbing, dark, soul-wrenching, bloody, depressing and hopeless Little and big elephants lost their desirable future The table In whom I trusted and invested too many minerals It was beaten, disgraced, frustrated and began crawling on its belly Land of liberty, I promise to lead the afflicted through grace But I am just too scare of my dreams Cause I am afraid that our table doesn't fall into a murderer's home Inspiration: Sir. Elvis Gbana Hallowell; his work "Dining table".