A pair of scales

Vast croplands, indigo clouds
empty stomachs around a table being set
a single poppy before wind
morning's touch and evening's smell
random acts of kindness

There are sparks of truth in everything
ancient stories and today's cheers
mixed with laments
what is to tell other than life's beauties
and man's injustice to man

Piercing swords, sneaky bullets
someone's bigger slice, someone's smaller hopes
poorly silvered mirrors
stab the light
in the eye