Haven.

When will we quit,
Hiding in houses shaped like shoeboxes?
When will we stop,
letting the money override the heart's deepest desires?
When will we dare to dream,
and watch the world glow with the brilliance it does with inside our minds?
When will we stop peering through the masks we wear,
and shun them for our real selves instead?
When will we decide that it's finally time,
to stop this violence,this bloody grime?
 When will we finally switch on television sets,
to watch not the stories of young lives destroyed,dreams shattered..but hope instead?
When will we put an end to hurting,terrorizing,
Destroying this haven we once called home?
Our souls have grown,thin as muslin,now.
All the pain filters through,as if our hearts were cold and blue.
When will we rebuild our souls of steel,again?
To live to see  our molten hearts shine through?