Ressurrection

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?