Exhortation

Words of hate shoot out from our mouths,
like venom from a snake’s snout.

Our world is on it’s way to anguishment,
the pathway leads through a passage of our dead souls.

Do not close your eyes when you see the pain of your brother,
his blood will flood you with conscience until the day of your death.

Green leaves on world’s lungs turn brown,
like our skins, which change diversely yellow on the last day of our lives.