The Death Paradox

Rapid Gunshots, here and there

Bombs blown up without a care

Poison spreading all around

Lives are claimed without a sound

Audible whistles, miles away

The toxic fear keeps souls at bay

As chaos creeps, the truth will yell,

"Life is finite! Hearts will fail!"

Sooner or later, what does it matter?

Both lungs can stop, a skull can shatter

Infinite ways to claim a life,

So what is it worth, this useless srife?

The selfish people, I'll point to them

All those who think their life's a gem

A precious thing, no money can buy

They fail to see, we all will die

Author's Note

My attempt at a rhyming poem...

Reviews

[Black]

wow im in love!
though yell and fail doesnt rhyme, not in my book
but it seems to fit anyway
keep on writing!

[Calypso]

I like this, but I have to say that I love the photo just as much!