Dualities of Men
Whiteness lies, behind darkened blood
A symphony
Drenched in opposite realities
Held together by a string of nothing
For the mind is a factory
Making believe realms
As far as the eyes can see
And books hold power
Stories that set fee these lives
Without dignity, but with shame
And a home is just a place
Safe, but still location
One from which you can't escape
The city of pyramids
Lacking deserts but loving rivers
Sweet honeysuckles reeking of lavender
A confining city forcing loyalty
From trapped люди in mortality
These days
We are all stuck in our own way
Silver doves slain
White doves falling to be stained
For whiteness lies behind darkened blood
A perception
On both sides
A battle nobody wins
But minds were made to take their own path
© 2019 Ara Moonshine