Wednesday, February 9, 2011

The End Was Always There...

I wrote on letters
Crude happenings of the past
Draws unmade references
Pointed to strangers
People will interpret
To their own interests
As they have always done

The end was always there

We thought we could negotiate
We pretend to fight
Broke our head into thick walls
What we can get except wounds
And echo of our own cries
Walls don’t have a heart

The difference of if and when
When world would recognize the difference?
Love is not buying idols from shop
There is no negotiation

The end was always there
I just found it first