Meaning of life.
Look at what you’ve made, it shouted,
Look at what you’ve done, it said.
Why did you find it necessary -
To point life in the head with a gun?
Hear the screams you played, it shouted,
Hear the cries you’ve made, it said.
Why did you find it necessary –
To finally pull that cause at it’s head?
See the blood you stirred, it shouted,
See the pain you portioned, it said.
Why did you find it necessary –
To make us die when we were dead?
Seven days it took you, it shouted,
And only one day to rest, it said.
But why was it us humans –
That you gave life to, and bred?
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2005-11-21 at 17:55
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