Love Survives

These besieged walls 

Cry tears of blood and pain

Lives, like lights, fade

As butterflies get crushed by the rain.

Hungry stomachs run amok

Ostracized by civilization

They consume what they find

Eat dog or child, reach satiation.

Jaunt, weak and orphaned

Zrano staggers along

Fed by hunger, he still runs

On these bloodied streets all alone.

“Zrano!” the old man cries

“I’m hungry and starving my child

Give me some of your flesh

That I may feed myself tonight”.

Zrano replied “No! My old man

I got to run,

Lily, she’s waiting for me now

We have to catch up on a lot of fun”

  

Zrano went to that place

Where he’d first seen Lily

A faint white bloom, in the swamps of gloom

He’d brought her water, loved her truly.

Unlike his city

Zrano stayed sane

This was his secret

To not let a flower die in vain

Sanity was his survival

Love was his vital tool

Innocently he loved a flower

While the world thought he was a Fool.

-Micah