Yuck

How we are forced to squander this wonderful gift of life

Working

Quirking

Jerking

Loving

Dying

Identity shattered

No more

Ego in a tin class on the floor

Falafel in many pieces

 

Life the most uncomfortable adventure

I love life

I hate what people have turned life into

A game of lies

A jazz scat on the wall of existence

Crushing concepts

False ideals

Pressed between the pages of the world

A flower in the Torah

Life is a gift

A gift we are forced to squander

Squander in the name of progress

 

Horses run

Reggae tempo

Rain comes

Mixed with snow

Arrow flings

Bullets kill

 

Walking

Quirking

Jerking

Dying

Onward to Zion … brother

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[MOON]

Lovely poignant write love the repitition walking ....

[Abdul Batin Osman Bey]

thank you very much

[kublakhan27]

I like it...it reads almost like a dark counterpart to 4:21, which is a more hopeful piece that celebrates divinity's healing power. This one however puts all the responsibility on people, who've been very successful in abusing it through history. Powerful stuff for sure.

[Abdul Batin Osman Bey]

Thank you and I like how you connected 4:21 to this poem I never thought of them as being a light and dark parts of the same work but I like that.