how are we to fly in a mock-angelic world, that <br />bears no wings? <br />to go beyond the aspirations of our parents, when <br />they've sold their own dreams? <br /> <br /> <br />how are we to survive in a land ruled by savages? <br />to know love, when <br />the whole heart of mankind is compassionless? <br /> <br />I find myself dreaming of two ages; <br />twilight churning twilight, a day destroyed, <br />entering into a darkened night. <br />how are we to sustain light, when <br />our eyes have been scorched and blinded? <br /> <br />' have a little faith in me' <br /> <br />I want you to dream and when you dream <br />I want you to dream of me, <br />arms out-stretched, <br />bloody palms to pale sky, eyes <br />turned from one vision to another, <br />sacrificing this bitter shell, for the world <br />I am determined to see grow- <br />the world that my children can rule <br />in love instead of war, conquering fear with peace. <br />how are we doing? <br />we're starving in our bodies, in our minds, in our hearts. <br />hands empty seeking fulfillment. <br />wombs bare: praying <br />for seeds worthy of incubating. <br /> <br />I cry for you, I beg and plead for your sake, that <br />you'll know rest before entering the grave. <br />I’m searching for a sign in a generation, that <br />has killed the stars, and <br />drank the blood of angels, believing <br />they would be as God. <br />Yet, who of you would kill your child, just <br />so I could love you instead?<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yeah-ok-i-ll-be-your-crutch/
