Why are
we to lose sense
When
life’s teeth bite us?
Why are
we living with pretence
Like
a limb engulfed by pus
As
it yells like there won’t be an end?
To the
strike of crème white,
It inhibits
all parts of the body parts as they bend.
Are
we afraid of trials’ height?
Are we
human beings not meant to circumvent
The horns,
spears and arrows
Of life
till they repent?
Why
don’t we just keep our furrows
With
the knowledge of a mission to accomplish
For the
tearing of souls we can find our relish?
