4d
Have you seen blood?
All drowned beneath the flood.
How many care?
All you may see—
How fair.
All those who fly, dead.
All those who jump, low.
“Oh, how poorly fed!”
“Oh, what did he even know?”
He never learned to live—
For all he knew was how
to be naive.
All drowned beneath the flood.
How many care?
All you may see—
How fair.
All those who fly, dead.
All those who jump, low.
“Oh, how poorly fed!”
“Oh, what did he even know?”
He never learned to live—
For all he knew was how
to be naive.
This poem is about how we ignore the sufferings of others to only run for what we call ‘beauty’ or ‘elegance’. Everyone is beautiful it’s just everyone isn’t everyone. I am not you and you are not me.
