Here and There

The man sits at the window sill in the morning
As the early dew on the grass slightly shakes
A different man bleeds out crimson petals on the wasteland
When the chilling darkness retreats as dawn breaks.

The woman readies herself for the daily course of life
As she lifts her books to embark on a journey to learn
A different woman thwarted by the frontlines due to her body
Mourns and protests for the people sent off to burn.

The bird chirps and sings its morning melodies
As the trees lift their heads to greet the gentle sun
The crow tears and plucks from the decaying clutter
While the fiery grass takes the scarlet gift waiting for none.

The calm, the strife, two sides of the same coin
The greed, the sorrow, letting mankind waste away
As we write of the world known and unknown
Lamenting the day when all the dues we must come to pay.