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.