When My Eyes Wide Open Poem by Alexander Foald

I see the trees of the burning forest
Screaming out to the death
The smoke rises high to heaven
Trying to get its flaming fire into paradise

I see the poor on the city streets
Searching for money they've owned before
As they wave their little hands up to higher hills
The sun burns them down underneath all the skyscrapers

I see the babies lying inside their swing
Never know that she left them abandoned and cold
Mother has chose to crack down her life with hypo needles
Thinks she knows how the world enrolled every life in
“We live in prison, straightly as we born, ”

I see raging wars and killing fields
Bloody warriors crave for authoritarian orders
'Set up and sail off the seas! ' the leaders said
Wondering if the time will ever come,
When their country serve them instead

I see myself in a mirror
It reflects my father, my mother, and my gramps
So much similarity engraved in one face
And there’s a thought as I question myself,
Why do we live diversely if we resemble to each other?