Thoughts…
Damn all to make the world happy
Even if you sacrifice your stomach, nowadays
You would only end up being tipped a berk
And this is
Why stars have been rare
Why the moon atimes halves
Atimes shines not at all and atimes bare
Beautiful, handsome faces are full of air
Dark hearts, dark minds
For their selves alone they pray
For themselves alone they care
Their world, their happiness, their relations
Born of the same mother, they called blood-brothers
Of another, they murder
In fashions, styles
They are kings and queens
To reigning garbs, garments and robes
For unending life they lust
They lost!
All created by God
To be a fellow brother’s keeper
To bring up the lower
To help the poorer
And to give the needy
Now all are faded PREACHINGS
For the world
Void, is just a word
In the mind of men
Written by: El Sane Ken
