Hurt and Lost

I don't want to understand any more
To understand is to walk through fire
Savoring the flaming Lips of holocaust genocide and murder
And branding hot coals
Of burning burials
With steel boots
But no denial.

I cannot undergo the torture
That chokes intelligence
Pity is putty
Of mass manipulation
I cannot insult mercy.
Kindness heals with
Hands cool
On heated brows
Brings pool of tears
Sizzling lava flows
Of sentiments
Hurt and broken hearted
The world revolves
around the clock
Tipping the axes
Of revolution.

(c) Amrita Valan 2015