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)