The Land of Broken Dreams

      Scents of our children’s smiles are gone as we dive deeper to our own conflict. Tears and laughter’s are remembered like the way it supposed to be yet gone in a mesmerizing blink. Is this our root of statue or just a mere illusion? Leaders after another fought to obtain something for their own age. Casualties rise high because it turns out to be the opposite all of a sudden.

      Pain and suffering are always present as they introduce famine and war amongst us. So unfortunate but true, it all holds the key to the eye of the innocent and unlucky. So we must cover their eyes with glue as they see all around them are full with all remorse. We must come up with something new and anesthetically like.

       All they’ve long for is a change of tide. A natural way to have a better hive to start a new world for a new life!