Posted in English poetry, Mindful

Unbearable Lives


We humans suffer thus,

So much as a toiling duck,

Life is so hard indeed,

That you like to die indeed,

People have gone far astray,

Due to the factor that they don’t pray,

Families are being split,

While children are in a pit,

What can be done but hear the cries,

Of the poor unbearable lives,

However one must keep to his wits,

In order that his children don’t get hit,

One may find a way to peace,

If only he may reach.

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