LIFE

LIFE
Struggle at birth the cries of life,
The shy of darkness sees light,
See smiles on faces as babes cries,
Whiles the brewer have work to do,
His series of pots filled with wine,
A time to merry, smile and dine,
At the corner she mourn to cry,
Life walking in its paths moves
Like tree branches to say hi!
The wicked smiles as the good die young,
The hunter's hunger see the death of an animal,
That clarity pursued by the vultures,
Ask them, they know the truth,
Why will there be nice food at the bush?
Then to eat from the carcass,
The fear of the gun,
I see my darkness,
Everyone and it's master, it said,
Those wise words from termites man fears,
As the child want to know everything,
You asked, where is his fears?
He asks so many questions without fears,
Just to understand life in a day,
Whiles mummy sit in burden,
Child moves in gay,
See the old sit idle with her grey,
That wooden house ready in clay,
There move the undertaker,
She asked, to where?
Her new place,
Rock by the sight of a casket, she cry,
Words she composed to sing, just to say bye,
For now her soul in fight,
In the nights she will be fine,
Life speaking in different voices,
I turned to seek, where lies my choices.
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