Look out, look out as the sky burns,
Ashes spread across, empty churns,
Heaven comes crashing down,
Mortals running scared across town
Let the storm take over, burnt desire,
As violence becomes the only means,
Life still goes on with its routines
Sorrow spread across, still hurting,
He's looking down at us teary-eyed,
As we fail to swallow our pride
Let our urges take over, such insanity,
No more dreams, just stay down curled,
Welcome my son, welcome to the world
World is not aa dreary as made out to be in this poem. Look at the positive side of life!! Its much more exciting!!
ReplyDeleteWorld is not aa dreary as made out to be in this poem. Look at the positive side of life!! Its much more exciting!!
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