Who are they?
To determine the sand castle
That stood itself with no restrictions

Who are they?
To invade the life of a stick
Resting peacefully on the stem of a tree

Who are they?
To hate the non existing
Care for the world

For she don't owe them a ruby or diamond,
To walk in randomly in her domain

But who are they to notice the hurting bile,
That build itself every day
From the vague pain of not knowing "who are they ".


© @fmusa