Final World
It's our final world,
Tell me,
Whatfor do we fight?
We conquer ourselves
For tomorrow,
A tomorrow whose
Existence is conditional.
We send ourselves into dust
We must ourselves return
Someday,
Whether or not we like it;
Unarguably, though we argue
Against feelings.
Copyright © Joshua Sobere | Year Posted 2022
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