cleansing

All these open eyes seeing nothing
Nations fall, ours too is crumbling
With a heavy heart I want to
scream in their faces
to cry
to plea...
To appear insane if need be.

So many minds and so few thoughts
Ignorance is only a temporary bliss,
if a bliss it could be named.
When the consequence of unconsciousness
comes crashing down
A majority will be maimed.

And you, You!- where will you be?
Facing the sharp edge you failed to see?
Or watching the cleansing alongside of me?