Like radioactive particles ,like seeds
Dropped in error,dropped in fields of woe
Misunderstandings grow like torturing weeds
When anyone approaches, make them bleed
Let them know they’re neighbours to a war
With radioactive elements imbued
We may need help for inner suicide
Will kill us or the helpers near and far
Misunderstandings like a bomb, can bind
We cannot see the other too has needs
That we may injure without knowing so
With radioactive sharps that make eyes bleed
From Moses in his basket in the reeds
To Dayan with his patch and his cigar
Misunderstandings like real bombs, will many wound
In the sky above we see how far
Our broken souls are from the evening star
Like radioactive metaphors ,like seeds
Errors bring forth agonies that breed
