The Walls a window Story

Around the world the voices of just end are being drowned out a unintended consequence 

The window story is not measured told forever or is forever one of the unjust long periods

The suns light doesn’t shine more to add disgrace on between a real search for the pittance

Of lifes collective reason not the search for bread in the filthy dirt speaks for itself a thought

That doesn’t make better any reason to ten times the answer to smaller window where not is

The breads of life repair the torn limbs hell not dispelling the milk of life crossing the world

Plenty or response hell dispels the asking voices to cross the line of settled peace change of

Narrative the great isolation and hunger like a snake wrapped around its victim is agression 

A earth unwitting being a accomplice from its circle of doubt speaks for itself little at a time

But whom it doesn’t bury those are both hands and voices reaching out to those buried now

In wars rubbish their little world ending for many the end making ground laps from terror

Reign the scale of peace labor’s unjustly effort also the sky isn’t free but wars bring havoc 

World wide in along every thing reaching out.