All I See

 I close my eyes, and I see — 

A tree full of flowers 

with no man to water it on a summer's day

But,

tear out the the flowers to decorate their houses. 

I open up my eyes,  and I see —

Kids starving, with their fathers having fields

full of crops. 

But, somebody looting all the grains —

and I close my eyes again. 

I close my eyes again and I see,

We all are turtles, running on a race 

actually played and control by rabbits

 who are resting under a tree

We reach the final stretch but, contradicting the old adage, 

the rabbits win. 

I open up a my eyes. This time I see—

 the labours fuelling the machines

with their sweat,

And the bourgeoisie and capitalists

cleaning their shoes by it

as thousands of litres of labours' blood drain. 

And yeah,  I close my eyes again! 

I close my eyes again. I see—

Humans fighting among themselves. 

Fighting over an imaginary statue

they call GOD, 

an almighty fictional figure, 

involving  humans into inner-friction. 

Now when I open up my eyes, 

all I see is nothing but blood stain. 

And I'm clueless, whether to keep 

my eyes open or close it again,

 for once and always.