Living Heroes
Depiction of the green surface
I see the diamonds
However, taken aback by the stench of death.
I am living today, so death does not succumb the stupidity of horror
In our world.
Why? Can we not see life.
A raining shower
A chord in E major
Strumming to the rain of the umbrella
A large mansion, all alone
I create a friend.
Instead of the stench
A living hero.
Copyright © Moses Samandar | Year Posted 2016
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