What Is This Life
Stand looking at life
Straight in his eyes
Wait for good to arrive
Tough blow, cold as ice
Right in-front of me
Murders, collisions...
No way to break free
Blinding explosions
Rape, hate, you name it
Baby's in the trash
Mom's full-time bandit
Life weakens like mash
Those who used to care
Nowhere to be seen
Those left, would not dare
Help those who can't win
To even at pain flinch
To dare lend a hand
At terror to cringe
Though able to mend
Would shake off the dust
And straight onward march
For selves, save they must!
Others don't mean much
For self a great love
They have acquired
Love that's not enough
To care, to be shared
Self-love which forsakes
Father, mother, child
All things sour it makes
And all it turns wild
What life is this
In which all's not fair
What life is this?
E'en "love", all's unfair
What life is this
Where war we must bear?
What life is this
Where seen oft is death
What life is this
Where so scarce is mirth?
What life is this?
We hope, hold last breath.
What is this life?
I keep asking
What is it, this life?
Rainbows I'm missing
Life, what might you be?
Meadows, joy, dancing?
In awe, still I ask
What is this life?
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