The Firefly's Lamentation

like fluid, the thoughts combine beneath the surfaces of spoken words 
linear, unending to the nerves of the rain within the hearts of men 
like the mountain wind 
and the tides of unwarranted blood we spill 
in the names of our fathers 
and the dogmas they upheld 
the earth will relieve itself of our unrelenting haemorrhageing

your eyes turned a defeated shade of grey 
at our loss of innocent admiration 

the tempest roars a question to all the earth 

when will you be at peace?