|I recollect the day they came
With agonies, sorrows, pains and ambiguities
They also came with plentiful of tidings
To deceive and with the aim to kill
None for me but a few to the friends and the masses
They celebrated the idiocies of the journey
More to themselves and those that attended
Cutleries made music in the dark at the party
As they rejoice over levities
I was worried but kept thinking of the time
When I would return as they did
Who knows the journey could turn me over
And I could make a best use of it
Alas! Here I am still moving not in haste
But with gentility, in meekness and good judgment
Not to deceive but to relate and accommodate
Without any individualistic affinity
Really, do they care about us?
Can someone tell me if they would party again?
When they would give the fattest bone to animals
But bits and pieces to human
Where are the tidings and happiness that they mentioned?
When do people see and accommodate peace?
When attending to humanity has become an option of choice
I shall always recollect the day they came
Last edited on Thu Jan 11th, 2007 11:59 am by wafe1