See Our World Is Slowly Dying
Our children are starving
We are busy fighting obsolete wars
The yearning of the infinite
One must flee the decay and connotations
Of stagnant self content
Running up against the wall
Of nonexistence
Afraid of being thrown back
Into the nothingness
From which we came from
The servile fear of unholy wrath
The filial fear of selfishness
For conscience is not easily silenced
Thus we must refrain from
Self endowed sovereign inalienable worth
And not assimilate
To our slowly dying world
And be inclined to change the world
For greater good
Copyright © Connie Moraba | Year Posted 2014
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