Monday, April 28, 2008

A life , a death rolled into one

A life , a death
rolling into one ,
O wayfarer ,
where are you heading ?
the meadows green no more ,
the skies blue no more ,
the hope fresh no more ,
beyond the rancid lust of blood ,
beyond cynical feast of greed ,
is there life ,
is there life pining to be born ?
have you got the hands
to wrench the dead into life ?


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