Idealism boards its boat and sails out to the ocean and its middle reach. Out as far as it will dare it takes its detached opportunity to yell its prayers back at the beach.
"Wouldn't it be better, if things were just [x] way?"
"The problem is that we're [here] when we should be [there]."
Both bare and shoed feet fist up the sand and shout shout, shout back -- They shout back,
"In the mid, your world is gold. Here on the land, everyone's stomping toes. On purpose. On accident. It happens. **** happens. As far as living goes, reality just is. So, sink with your conviction. We challenge form, train adaptability. Super humans laughing up from the tar. We've come so far. We've come so very far.
I hate how you yell at me. You call me rude, disrespectful, ungrateful, and so very rude. I really am trying my best, I just can't live up to your level of expectations.
He raged, He bellowed, He yelled, I kept quiet. Once again, he ranted, Anger he vented, He berated, From me not a sound, My silence was profound, More eloquent, Than my response.
I’d rather you scream at me for ten hours, Than give me the silent treatment for one. Screaming shows me you care in a twisted way, Silence shows me you couldn’t care less.
When my umbrage lush so costly is yer hush with the mischief in blood really only a maiden wish with me whose ireful dish doesn't set me further atone in the skin now shine tight still anymore I play again so with another day apart I hire a myriad in you.
Aleppo City besieged So many fallen Beneath your feet Joy and Laughter Replaced by Horrors unseen
I see the pain In your eye Senseless fighting Bombs falling from the sky Screaming, Yelling Children crying Blood on your streets
The world on its knees Hoping for peace Your beauty forsaken Loved ones taken A path of destruction Complete devastation Will you ever be Aleppo again?
