Gnomic Thoughts of Existence

In the world of gloom and negativity, Like the shadows of guilt, evil is lucid, And glasses of truth is shattered Like drops of gore on a deathly desert. The good old days will never return For long gone they are like medieval ages, And the years will come when the time is ripe And poised are the hearts of men with memories. Virtue and vice will cease to survive, And goodwill is void in the end of time, Why dying to live when we live to die? Well, what is a world without enigma? This is where the strong devours the weak Sticking tongues on frozen poles of negligence, As the youths shed blue blood On the golden grounds of sordid beings. But remember, hope is not lost when terror diminishes, But whose fate would soon be sealed? And famine spreads on fertile lands As justice hides, concealed in pretense. Why shall men seek elevation When their cursed nature is against satisfaction? Our actions be eggs in the throat of a goose Living and moving forward—in reverse! To fathom the concept and purpose of nature Is like hoping for peace whilst preparing for war... O mighty heavens of the solemn sky; Of life, of death, of good and evil, Make us decipher this enigmatic life Before it fades before our eyes. #POET_AY 23rd of February. ©'2020