Running Feet!

I see running feets,
Of hearts troubled like hurricane,
For fear, flowing with red sweats.
The hunters are hunting.

I see disarrayed minds
Like broken glass, it can never heal,
No wonder, hate is an option.
Yeah.. The hate you give

I see, not, running feets,
This time, walking in slippery floors,
Leaving it behind clean and dry,
No hunters... No hate.

I see faces
I see my own face
With a familiar voice saying
'Stop been your own hunter.
Stop been your own hate.'


Change and Peace starts with every individual. Not the mass!