Contemplations
What is this crazy world in which we live
Time enough to blame, no time to forgive
Mad greed for power has grown out of bounds
Caught in a dilemma are moral grounds
Ethics as guide, are long dead and buried
No house for poor, rich have mansions storied
Obsessed with creating wealth temporal
Unknowing any moment takes a call
On our deaths despite the medical care
Be carried to the grave with no fanfare
Vainful is our existence we know not
Life starts not in the womb but in God's thought
When it's time to go, in dust we mingle
No wealth gained will help no love can sprinkle
The elixir eternal that we yearned
Forever remained elusive ungained
Copyright © MB Farookh | Year Posted 2024
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