Meaningless Death
O God!
Without you,
This world of ours
Has turned
Into a great well
Without wall
And everything is toppling
Before the great call.
O God!
Every time is almost no time
We are made to fall down
Without ever having
lived enough by the golden rule
to rise up to it and recall.
From trap to trap
We are made to move all
And then suddenly fall
Because of every squall.
Green leaves from trees
Are quickly fading and falling
In the forest of every obstacle and pitfall.
O God!
How I wish
I could dispel
With your help
The fakery
Embracing every face and every call.
How I wish
I could hold tight
To your good rope
To hopefully come out
Alive again and kicking
And rejoice the sight
Of every bird, garden and waterfall.
Chokri Omri
(Regueb city, May 2021)
Copyright © Chokri Omri | Year Posted 2021
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