Thursday, 22 September 2011

LIFE


Life is just but a bore
No wonder babies cry
When they are newly born
I think they want to go
Back to where they came fro
Every day I still cry
I cried when I was born
Better if I had gone
Before they cut the cord
Linking miserable world

With life is just but fake
And all it has is vague
As fake as love itself
As vague as trust no safe
Man dies when he’s dying
He tries thinking I’m lying

Faith itself is madness
Celebration of foolishness
A toad in a snake’s hole
A cold expecting whole
Not seen but just to hold
But keen with hop to hold

Hope itself is pretence
Tricking self on essence
Just to lean on something
Hope founded on nothing
Truth itself is a lie
That comes when pleasing I
It’s no part of this world
Not wanted in this world

Righteousness is a sham
Hypocritic veiled harm
Like face of trinity
Picture of d’sloyalty
Professing what we’re not
But what we are we don’t

Wisdom is clear daftness
Clothed twin of foolness
Knowledge is a waste of time
Cocooned in wasted slime
To spill in a short time
Like cracked egg on a lime

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