The Lonely Place We Live In
A lonely place we live in
With all it’s sorrow and pain
Man came to exist and go through the flow
Everyone is equal, as they say
But it is not
Looked around you
And you will see homeless beggars and hungry children
Looked around still
Then you will see people in beautiful clothes
But all of them may be useless
Everyday you hear the cry
Of dying people and the oppress
Day after day you listen to the complains
Of rich people, though they have everything
But both of them are nonsense
We gather wealth and power
Yet some chose to be fruitless
But there are some who are lukewarm
But in the end both will have no value
And a life that is both empty
People take pride of their assets
Then there are some who are contented
What is the difference between them
When they are both the same,
It is like after chasing the wind
Everything in this world is useless
Everything you are may be worthless
For this world we live in
Is a world of pain and suffering
And a life without him, we are truly nothing
January 21, 2006
Copyright © Michael Hilario | Year Posted 2012
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