When All Hope Becomes Blur
by Parizo Van Thulare
We are all born to be Daughters and the sons
As time goes by it all changes
The Good life we Hoped for Slowly slips
It Gets Tougher when change sips
The journey to Hustle Starts
Some roll the dices
Some run the races
We all chase the paper
We chase perfection
But then mother nature strikes trough
only few survive the wave
Those who are helpless get stuck in vain
Those who are advantageous get to see the rain
That Sweet Love We Longed for changes its lanes
Hate takes over our hearts
Only few marriage ceremonies Befall
But plenty of funerals
The road starts to tangle
The path starts to have too many sails
The journey grows thorns
The chances of success become rare
Survival of the fittest becomes the ruling party
Hope evades to the future
faith and morality slowly extinct
Copyright © Paris Thulare | Year Posted 2018
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