FICKLENESS

 

a cursed world we live in 

gyrating and winning in sin 

a rush of blood to the head 

eternal damnation when we are dead 

we are closer to the end of our race 

peak fooling in fast pace 

a toddler has already being made a mother 

her deranged husband needs to be murdered 

we are swimming to the bank of extinction 

countries amass themselves with weapons of destruction 

it’s citizens malnourished and destitute 

but the madness in government is constantly absolute 

a broken heart is a ticking bomb 

shading her pain like bread crumb 

we are all guilty of everyday turmoil 

life is slippery like a foot on oil 

give a good wine to a dying soul  

place his carcass on the boat and let it row 

for he once lived gallantly in this world of pain and shame 

despite it all, he died along with his fame 

a stream for all to drink water 

sharing its pathway in a gutter 

how fickle can the human mind be 

animals are smarter than us, even the bees

a little sleep, a little slumber 

our humanity is already outnumbered 

there’s no good left again in this world 

even death is tired and bored 

@talk2leigh

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5:48am

25 Sept 2024