On This Mountain

This fate we see in tragedy Unmasks a plea in comedy. This era grows away from smiles As hunger shows what conflict styles The world we know is fading fast As violence grows pain that outlasts. This global glut of pain galore Speaks of a rut that breaks some more. The pace of peace is breaking down As harsh disease flings screaming frowns. This is the face of human woes Struggling to trace highs from such lows. The touch of cheer is fleeting here As fear creeps near to fund more fear. This is the tact of weary times As simple acts forfeit sane chimes. The world now fails the course of joy As truth unveils a fragile ploy. The end must come in swift descend As failure sums what lies pretend. Too soon, too late, the dream comes true As caustic fate hurl empty cues. Here where I stare on this mountain, Faint echoes dare dreams for certain. Leon Enriquez 16 December 2014 Singapore