Skin...

Laid over your body,

With crimson lips and a cherry tongue...

A broken voice with softened tones...

A human face,

So similar, so normal...

 

An elastic cover,

That's dry like ice,

A broken vessel,

Filled with tears...

So normal, so human...

 

Sensible feelings,

On a pliable life...

Manic emotions,

In a drifting dream..

A human reality, a different reality...

 

 

A weathering humanity,

Coloured with blood,

Painted hope...

With smeared colors...

A savaged history, A forgotten history...

 

Like our fathers,

We dream of peace...

But like our fathers,

Our innocence falters,

& the human is lost,

To the inhumane...

Just like the past,

We pretend to learn from...

A broken spirit, A lost one...

 

By YOSHITH PERERA