Faces

Faces of color, faces of light, faces of love filled with delight Faces looking extreme walking up and down street Faces without puropose splashing in the stream Faces of dignity, messing with my dreams I can see your face running all over the screen I have seen that face somewhere before It was sulking and pressing against the glass door With a peculiar smile filled with tears And a strange look that tells the world you don’t care But I still cannot tell from where that face originates. It is the pain that you cannot see It is the pain that you can only feel It strikes you from everywhere and Filled your heart with fear. It travels up your spine and rest betwixt your groin and anchor in your side And you have to hold on strong to survive. Faces of hope walking up the stairs Faces of freedom crying out everywhere Faces for peace marching up the street and faces of war gather in the square with sticks and stones, guns and bullets And the marching band with power in their hands Faces loitering in the dark waiting for the music to start There are some new faces in town and the entire city is moving around Anxious faces, curious faces, stubborn faces stand straight And friendly faces scrutinize him when he goes to the gym While distant faces join in a solitary hymn Battered and bruised faces emerging out of the deep Faces of joy running about in the street Faces of passion bottle up with dreams Faces of love merge with the heavens above Faces are deceiving and fly around with the dove. Observe those faces! .