Bright yellow sun you see when your eyes are open No matter how many times I blink my eyes I see bloody skies, bloody sun, bloody hands, bloody guns A wife applied makeup for the bruises left after her husband pierced her delicate flesh unaware that the makeup couldn’t cover the pain that resonated on her heart. A little boy eyes glistens with excitement as he polishes a gun that has just been placed in his hands by the area leader, unaware that he would use it to take the life of his friend. Don’t you feel the fear leave their bodies like steam from a bubbling engine A little girl waves innocently to a man on the corner,unaware that later he would cut out her innocence from its protective shield. I see the fear around as I sweep my gate in the mornings yet some of us have dust on our eyes like the dust on my window ledges.  Our leaders fail to see the roads we walk on paved with dried blood of innocent lives. Three locks on my ...