swept

skyscrapers made out of sand,
we pray it doesn't rain.
umbrellas made out of flames,
will that defend against the pain?
black holes among the ground,
how do we ensure we wont fall down.
blackened suns and purple moons
what is one suppose to do..
things begin to morph in front of the naked eye,
do we sit and wither into time.
theres no recollection of the past,
will we make it too the future, will we last?
marshmallow bulldozers try too knock out love,
we must rise too the occasion, rise above.
armies march with flowers, no warfare..
but where will that get us, probably nowhere?
gun fire boomerangs back into our direction
we standing there watching
without any protection.
hearts begin too melt,
were looking for things weve only read about, pages torn,
skipping three by three,
you get half the story- what are you suppose to believe?
the world is crumbling and you'd never expect
the gangsters too surrender
showing respect, the rich and the poor
helping each other protect -

for status and money has all been swept.

i wrote this awhile back, trying to put everything together collectively.