Change
There is
no time to pause
to sit and relish
how beautiful a day was.
There is
an urge to keep up with the pace
every man wants to win the race
every face blurs into another face
There is
a desperation
to compete
to never accept defeat
to be the first
to prove oneself
to assert
What has it brought along?
Fear. Anguish. Hypocrisy. Treachery
Do we wish to sing this song?
Who wrote the protocols?
Who wrote the rules?
Is the foundation
unmindful imitation?
vested interests ?
legacy from the past?
Whatever it is.
It won't last.
Our spirit
is bathed in hope.
It will watch
It will suffer
one day
it would fight back
it would recover
it will fly
The spirit of the people
can never die
Never :-)
Poetry by existence
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Editors' choiceWritten on 2010-09-19 at 01:36
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