There's Them

It's not always us
it's also about them
lingeringly pushing
themselves into denial

Hatred, a glare a look a smirk
scares me white
she whispers venom
smiling like a Madonna

I sit behind pearly curtains
occasionally peeping out
to watch harshness unfold
judgementialism rearing up

colours don't matter
hatred is coloured white
love is coloured red
black makes me look slimmer

I'm far from madding crowds
living as lonely as a cloud
catching occasional smiles
from Occidental skies

eggs on nests
kittens on flower beds
man living breathing
all life matters.