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".
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