Virgin morning;
blessed with chastity.
Yet to be penetrated
by the promiscuous sunrise.
Still on my naked bed;
obviously not a virgin.
Sacredness long lost...
the bed of a married man.
Thoughts on a pilgrimage;
my mind seems disturbed.
Pictures paraded my head;
tears plied my soul.
Bragging guns.
Lousy swords.
The flow of blood.
The cascade of corpses.
The madness in men...
wars, riots and rifts.
Assassinated peace.
love is apparently lost.
An exit is a virgin's thigh...
road still under construction.
Think we're in this for long.
It's an era of jungle justice.