LOW EYES, HIGH HOPES 

Fire fills the city,

smoke fills the sky.

Shattered windows and hopes

Cover the ground

built on lies.

Eyes fixated on rubble

As feet stomp through

an unknown struggle.

Marching together

But in separate bubbles.

Looking for peace

But causing trouble.

Raising flags and fists

Reading different signs

Strong in a belief that fits

a different era and time.

Embracing the changes

Expanding the lines of wisdom.

Breaking out of pre made cages

Devoloped by a one man’s kingdom.

High hopes fill the air

surrounding lowered eyes,

For love is created to share

When the world loses size.