IT RINGS TRUE

arms outstretched                        the figure red
reaching for                                  the sky
reflected in                                     water
rending                                            the air
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
interlaced orbits, interwoven loops
uniting separate destinies
fusing individual fates
into a collective cycle
of shared history
across geography
of countries, kingdoms, continents
the blood red misery of human race
pain gives you a ballerina’s grace
while the world goes round and round
covering distance reaching nowhere