Abstracting

Torches blaze the way through paths of mercy.
Shocked stares that leave us shaking
Our ears now deafened by the sound
Of lavish war tanks blazing
In this life were you not informed?
That every drop of rain that falls
Is not controlled by the clouds
But rather by the hand of one
Who speaks through intermediaries
Every word that weaves a web
Of bias and console
In the overflow
They will take control
Enjoy the ambience.