Dark Circles of the People

Dark Circles of the People Riding an emotional rollercoaster, A thousand honeymoons follow last night’s beatings. Children consume milk, While mother and father consume their spirits. Possessed by a demon which can only be exorcised by time. A heritage consisting of a wonderful past and a dismal future. A time has disappeared when people were proud, And caring of one another. Now is the time where the people only care, What they can beg, borrow or even steal from one another. The people’s cultural lineage had been woven together, Like the strongest circle of rope. Clans and dreams caught and woven into that rope, But since that time only a few souls kept it strong. They repaired the cuts and the unweaving. The people were strong and journeyed to find their way in life. They conquered their obstacles and surpassed their dreams. Now, after years of being given as wards, The people have become sick and weak. No longer wishing to dream. The spirit will come again, The old will become the new. And the dreams have become visions. Throughout life there are many circles. Some circles become cycles. Cycles of many abuses, Circles of sicknesses. More cycles of mistrust, Even circles without hope… …some circles are made to be broken.