Horror of Man
A KID IS NEVER A CHILD ANY MORE
HE HAS TO FACE HIS PARENTS DEMONS
THE FATHER THINKS HE CAN BE SAVED BY HIS SEAMEN AS THE POPULATION RATE INCREASES
SO DO THE ORPHANS OF WHOSE PARENTS ARE KILLED BY DISEASES
THESE ARE THE REASONS
OF DEATH'S KILLING SEASONS
NOW I'M BLEEDING FROM WITHIN
CAUSE LIFE IS KILLIN
THE MEANING OF BELIEVING
AND SUFFOCATING ME FROM BREATHING
THIS PURE POLLUTED AIR
THEY SAY WE ARE THE FUTURE
BUT DOES FUTURE REALLY CARE?
THEY ONLY SEE THEIR OWN WELFARE
AND I DARE TO ASK
IS THIS THE HORROR OF MAN'S OWN DOING
OR IS THIS TORTURE PROPHESIED BY THE SCRIPTURES
BEING THE BEGINNING OF THE END
OR THE END OF THE BEGINNING.
MY HEAD IS SPINNING
IN QUESTIONS AND DOUBTS THAT IS DEATH REALLY WINNING?
THEN FOR GOD SAKES WHY ARE WE LIVING?
OR ARE WE LIVING TO DIE FOR OUR ANCESTORS FORTUNES
OR MISS-FORTUNE PLAYING THE TUNES THAT WE HAVE TO DANCE TO
IF ALL THESE WERE TRUE
I HOPE THIS BE SEEN BY THE FEW...
Copyright © Siza Sibiya | Year Posted 2013
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