Innocent Crowd Poem by Hanan Muzafar

Roaming through the blur crowd;
with eyes full of braille,
even lighter than the bran,
black velvet in their bellies,
and fangs in their cotton mouths;
still innocent crowd.

An empty heart,
having fear of drowning shallop;
moving through desolated deserts:
Shameless of own existence,
but having pride on it's sheer;
Having hearts filled with misty innocence,
led their souls screaming in blackshrouds.

The pain of cries,
can be heard in unknown graveyards,
shallow rivers,
and in dark nights.
No hope of silver bullet,
no end of this endless struggle;
Still innocent in soave,
leaving behind souls was,
the destiny of existence.