Outside My Window
When I look outside the window I see grey skies and clouds hanging over the city ready to burst into rain drops.
I see people with burning hatred in their eyes and I hear voices hurling abuse.
I hear screaming and crying and hopelessness.
I see concrete invading the fields and death standing on people’s doorsteps.
I see war and blood and tears.
I see pollution and mist flooding the streets.
There is no daylight and there is no night.
There is just a world with no time
A world with no song, just hollow words
I light a candle and place it on my windowsill.
I hope for a day when everyone will light a candle.
I hope for a day when we could open up our windows and let our candles shine out in the open
I hope for a day when all our flames will kill the darkness.
But I fear that no one will light their candle.
I fear that if I open the window the darkness will creep inside.
I fear that if I put my candle outside the wind will blow out the flame.
I fear that there will never be enough flames to kill the darkness.
But I know our world could be different.
And so I open my window and let my light shine.