From one cell to another cell,
One to converse, the other to dwell,
life gone material as one becomes plastic,
tastes,opinions and thoughts have grown elastic.
The inner sanctums now in dismay,
As the satan lurks for its pray,
The frail, the timid, who hide in the shadows
As if the Satan won’t have his day.
No doubt we sail on a freaking ship,
With unmanned wheels, on the mast we stand,
Vexed by desire, acquainted to fear,
And eyes now look for an inch of land,
Where the anchor of faith can be based,
As the tides are high and resouces effaced,
drooling on past and future presaged,
in the hands of you we lie caged.
You know we lost track of the cause,
We stripped and sacked without a pause,
Above all rules and the laws,
its your raven who guides and caws.
The order by which humanity survives,
As bees in a tangled and lumping hive
Its not just on christmas by the way,
That all the ones out here will pray,
For a future of all even,
We pray for peace and prosperity within.
Amen.
Amen!!..
ReplyDeleteNo doubt we sail on a freaking ship... lolz
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