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