Born to Perish

Flowers,

Sleep under winter’s scorn,

Ripples break in a pond,

As a stone sinks below.

Families torn,

By distance, struggles

Hearts are scarred,

Under the rage of blame.

Stone angels,

Mark the dead,

Tears mark the cheeks,

Of the mourning.

Aged eyes,

Blinded by time,

Young eyes,

Foolish, naive

Copy the actions of the shameful.

Is this is our world?

Is it desperate people?

Crying out, weeping, secretly wishing

For change?

Or is it laughter?

A subtle piece of beauty

The honesty in truth?

It is our call

Whether to thrive on beauty, life, and truth

It is our call

Whether to lie, cheat and steal

But then again,

We are born so,

Only to perish so.