A crowded room,

a passionate embrace,

eyes wander to take care

of those closest to real.

 

We do have so many unknowns

sitting nearby,

a wall of deceit,

a clever pursuit suggests time

 

doesn’t matter when ignorance

speaks with shallow

indifference.

I found myself crying

 

with little possibility to ever

change the mind

of Judas, fervent, frivolous,

lost in the concept of doubt.

 

I wondered about the others

still maintaining a posture

throughout a sudden hostile

uproarious cavalcade of oppression.

 

For we do live together,

and we smile the same,

we have different wardrobe

yet, our heart cries out in name.

 

I wondered about the feeling

occurs when terrorism

suddenly enflames a cultural

mecca of humanity seeking love.