What Is This Life

Stand looking at life Straight in his eyes Wait for good to arrive Tough blow, cold as ice Right in-front of me Murders, collisions... No way to break free Blinding explosions Rape, hate, you name it Baby's in the trash Mom's full-time bandit Life weakens like mash Those who used to care Nowhere to be seen Those left, would not dare Help those who can't win To even at pain flinch To dare lend a hand At terror to cringe Though able to mend Would shake off the dust And straight onward march For selves, save they must! Others don't mean much For self a great love They have acquired Love that's not enough To care, to be shared Self-love which forsakes Father, mother, child All things sour it makes And all it turns wild What life is this In which all's not fair What life is this? E'en "love", all's unfair What life is this Where war we must bear? What life is this Where seen oft is death What life is this Where so scarce is mirth? What life is this? We hope, hold last breath. What is this life? I keep asking What is it, this life? Rainbows I'm missing Life, what might you be? Meadows, joy, dancing? In awe, still I ask What is this life?