Pain of Life
Pain and emptiness, it's all the same
Life is nothing but one childish game;
Some are winners and some just lose
But that is not for you to choose.
The masked faces we all used
Were for men to all be amused;
As they all laugh, yell, and drink
While we slaves are bleeding--rethink!
For Brian Strand
Copyright © Leon Datu | Year Posted 2018
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