Faded Updates

In the latest blinks of the eye
We have been stuck
in the middle of a pointing crowd;
Our incandescent whispers bleeding
No anticipation, just a precise, heart-felt testimony
Like a deafening symphony on a dividing property,
a former war heritage or a foster house in jeopardy.
Life itself is simple:
Half because heaven is always above,
Half because justice is never blind.

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