Hell's Hospitality

The sun cries for us, its heat fades away snowflakes sprinkle round its orbit, yet go unmelted it feels like evening, but its yet noon time never changes its pace but now runs from a rifle daylight sadly pretends, just to soften night's mockery. Blood has substituted the rains death has defined our borders humanity is rendered homeless and politics, given the borrowed authority of a landlord. Life is cheaper than wine tribal dominance exhibited in a show glass for love to become an expired product. Unity is deprived of its oxygen from a gang of beasts, spare headed by religion. Genocide celebrated, killers protected understanding and cooperation, required from the affected silence and denial, demanded from the afflicted marginalization defended and grievances rejected. The edge of the cutlass strikes harder than racism Indigenes in their own homes hit worse than xenophobia hope is lost, drowned in the sea of Impunity faith is locked up in a cage underneath evil's valley decades of cries to the heavens the tears flow down to meet more affliction. The sun rises, but presents in dark red setting hours later to the notice of no one a people bounded on falsehood a large home of smaller fenced habitations as everyone needs protection from everyone and where space becomes too small for the stars; but when distinguished into different galaxies, it beams brighter to be a better decoration. An unbearable course too small for the river to flow makes nature justify its split into tributaries. Enemies can no longer be in one home, so live and let's leave, or leave and let's live is the only policy left for us all and the survival anthem for this beautiful garden no more suitable for community germination.