THE FUTURE LOOK WITH BRIGHTER SUFFERING

THIS A POEM OF DEPRESSION AND SUPPRESSION

THE DESPERATE CALL OF HUMAN TO DEATH SO HIGH,
YET DEATH REFUSE TO ANSWER THE CALL,
THE SUFFERING SO HARD TO TAKE,
ENDURING TOOK MORE TIME THAN SUDDENLY,
FASTING AND PRAYERS WERE BEING OFFER,
FOR DEATH COMING, BUT ALL TO AVAIL,
THE STRONG ALSO WISH FOR DEATH,
THE WEAK WISH FOR DEATH NOT MINDING TO GO HELL,
THE UNBORN CHILDREN REFUSE TO COME OUT,
SEEING THE LOOK OF THE WORLD THEY STICK,
TO THEIR MOTHER'S WOMB,
IN AGONY THE PREGNANT WOMAN LIVE,
THE CHILDREN FLYING IN GROUPS LIKE FLIES,
THERE WAS NO ONE TO CLAIM THEM,
ALL BEGGING FOR FOOD TO SURVIVE,
THE RICH WISHING TO DIE,
YET SO STINGY WITH THEIR MONEY,
NOT ENOUGH FOR THEM THEY SAY,
AND BY THIS THE FLYING CHILDREN WERE MADE FOR USE,
WITH THE OFFSPRING OF TEMPTING FOOD OR MONEY,
BEING OFFER TO THEM,
BUT THE CHILDREN ALREADY KNOW THEIR WISH,
YET THEY COMPLY SAYING WHAT USE ARE WE IN THIS WORLD BEGGING,
SLEEPING IN THE DUSTBIN ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT,
SUCKING AN EMPTY PURE WATER LEATHER,
THEY SEEM SATISFY WITH IT,
BUT NOT UNTIL THEY SEE DEATH AND GRAB HIM CLOSE,
THEIR THEY FEEL NO SUFFERING,
AND LEAVE THE WORLD IN GREAT JOY,
THE CALLOUS, ZANY WORLD THEY SAY IN THEIR DEPARTURE,
WITH CELEBRATION THEY LEFT IN GROUP AS FRIEND,
DEATH ONLY THEN THEY SAY RESPOND TO CHILDREN NOT ADULT.