paper and ink

[Phoenix.]

hours of written memorys,
battles meaningless and of no worth
tears shed, sleep abandoned,
times spent between emptyness and this earth
love is losing in a enviroment of hate,
it's hard to think that happy people still exist
and solve their problems by laws or vengeance,
whilst ink does more harm than guns, knives or fists
it can tear the heart,and shred your soul
remove happiness like it was never there,
parents awaiting ransom notes
ink rearranged to create panic and fear,
ink seeps through paper into life and becomes distress
helped through by everyone the innocent, holy and the best
but if power is paper with numbers on...
what difference should that make for the rest...

~Syn {October 2006}