dark lines cut across the sky
and the sun proceeded to bleed
but the madman kept his eyes open
believing that the burn is something we need.
we must observe injustice
and study its brutal shades
to fully understand the color wheel
of how man created hate.
hoisted in the air
by sticks and ignorance alike
the madman closed his eyes
but refused to give up his strike.
so he cried out once more
hoping that someone would listen
“it’s love you fools,
it’s love that we’re missing”.
— why the madman cries (artwork by yousef sabry)