Passionate Souls - Exhaustion (Wanting a means to an end)

exhaustion (wanting a means to an end)

the silent sound
of winter
approaches
      in the grey
of the people's eyes

and the memories
   reflect
like movie pictures
upon
    the watery surfaces-

now
subduing
the violent flames
of anger,
     they mount
their ashen pain
    on the heavily
       weighted
wings of time

remembering
when the cries
     once
        rose up
in orange-red streams,
cloud bursting
and
     showering
   down
in fiery sparks
to where
the rivers of blood
now convene

seeing
that we
           all
have
       the same
deep blue scars,
embedded
   in the fabric
of our souls-

tired
of smelling death
on the wind
    and tripping
over the waste
created by
the monsters of men

all the world's victims
     of religious arrogance
and political pride
are singing
the same grey tune
as winter approaches

                    in silence.