Alone they sleep in the
darkness of light.
Their ambivalent souls have
lost all sight.
Disoriented endlessly
in a whirl of disgust.
Provoked yet revoked they
turn to dust.
What a shame,
Don’t they see?
How else they thought,
the end was going to be!
They make a choice and
they never look back.
Helpless they are and
perseverance they lack.
Inevitable is the beginning
of the end I say.
Unstoppable is the force
that’s going to slay.
Why do I feel there’s little time
for them to change?
Though change is permanent with
things rearranged!
They call this ‘incorrigible living’
a way of life.
But is it how for them its going
to suffice?
True for no one,
Their regulations have become
diseased.
Where rules are infectious and
souls are leased.
Where one Man who rules all,
gets all the hype.
where Peace of life has become
just a piece of life.
That’s ‘Our’ world and
‘They’ are us.
That’s our story and
our little fuss.
Resurrection is now,
Cause we are the ones dead!
There was light in every darkness,
before this cancer spread!
Our souls are dying of
this
demonic nuclear cancer.
If we don’t,
then who’ll question
this answer?
