I see the world’s
faces in dismays
Where mothers yell
awaking deaths.
I see the world
with its mountains
Some people ski
some others dive.
I see the world
full of green fleshes
Kind people cry
slayers dine, dance.
I see the world
souls vanishing souls
To confirm recent sayings,
“Who can end the Y’s crimes? ”
Sylva Portoian
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-can-see-the-world-s-dismays/
