Life is so precious we are forced to decide
Who under star studded skies should live or die
Neither gods nor men can free us of this burden
From the lushness of Eden to concrete streets
History, in blood is written
Of wars and conquests
Of knowledge and achievements
Of right or wrong
Of love
Of gods incomplete
Who should decide whether or not my brother eats?
Whose shelter shall be given unto him, or me, or you?
For on this ship blue there are numbered seats
Our plight like the sun shall forever rise
Until permanent slumber replaces our eyes
Then, only then shall the incessant flow of souls escheat
Swelling, cresting, bursting into Hades replete
Life is so precious we are forced to decide
Who under star studded skies should live or die
1 comment:
A very interesting look at life and death. I enjoyed it. I did have to go to the dictionary though on the word escheat.
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