The innocent, ignored, mirrored twin oceans,
calm & question less,
far from origin,
will never call for help
as they creep, conceding themselves
to airborne eyes,
for their flesh and soul

they’ve often seen the pitiless flash,
that imprisons and carries them
away, to share with
the isolated world,
but they resume
for anything that adds them,
a few more minutes of life

they need no war
nor the bullets or barrels,
to fight for existence
on secluded lands,
uninformed about life
they starve and die,
accepting it as destiny

so ruthless, shameless
the world, I belong to,
still framing words
to prove their pain,
Am I alone disquieting for
the cold pain & misery
suffered by my own ?