The water splatters joyfully on the
Window of despair, running down into
Rivers, meandering, with no care to
The pain insinuated within the room,
Sadness without expression, grief within
The walls of suffering and oppression.
Rain drips off the glass sills of protection
Splashing to the sodden flooded ground, like
Tears falling, descending down our
Synthetic faces, from an unmoving
Optic view, solitary and hollow,
Our dull plastic perfect eyes, uncaring
With emotionless apathy, heeded
By the elevated storm of violence.