Some may conceive the blue in the sky,
A proof of God, a treat to the eye.
Truth is its story is not holy,
And this statement I declare boldly.
Neither has the sea, nor has the ground,
Only the sky which sees all around,
Presenced through actions humans’ vile thoughts,
Presenced the bloodsheds humans applause.
Next time you see the mantle above
Recall it knows it’s never enough,
For us, and our red-stained human hearts,
For us, the Ill-fated soulless souls.