Let's

May we travel to the hills overlooked.
Escape by the seas, calming,
Beyond and beneath,
Surfaces,
Willing, realizations descend quicker
When paying enough attention.

Keep whispers,
Like treasures, rare and forgotten.
Lend a smile,
For it is always needed.
Press upon an altered state of being,
Towards discovery of the suppressed intent.

If concluding brings peace,
Let the new beginnings commence.

Killers

This is in response to the terror cultivators,
Masters of inner hate,
Destruction,
And agony...
Blame makers,
Warmongers,
Despicable spirits claiming to be human.
Now,
A mutated question.

How...
And did this all come to surface because you saw it on television.
You witnessed your racism validated.
Took it with hope and ran.
As if finally,
We could go back to the way things were,
Isolated,
Dismal,
Unequal.

Have you truly not noticed
The "go back to your country" statement
Holds up nowhere.
Only in your mind,
Can you allow delusion and fear to thrive.
Convince us to think the illest of the other,
When it is you we should watch closer.

But never,
Can you personalize for the rest of us.
Lay atop all the problems on only something the sun can determine.
Everyone can see you,
They whisper and worry about what may have happened to bring you
To the stubborn suffering state.
And still...
You wait for our backs to turn,
Silently meditating the kill.