Emptiness surrounds
The weary,
Thus be found
Wearing the face
Found in ill-fated place,
Loosing time’s race
As emptiness presses,
On hapless people,
Whose matter brims empty!
Emptiness surrounds
The weary,
Thus be found
Wearing the face
Found in ill-fated place,
Loosing time’s race
As emptiness presses,
On hapless people,
Whose matter brims empty!
I can but agonize
To suffer hear,
The hue and cry
Of ill-fated fear,
Held to defeat
Alas for naught,
By callous minds
Who would deny,
One having sought
Humane recognition,
In effort to attain
For animate self,
Yet made bear pain
While greed feigns blind,
To disperse its stain
From ill gotten gain,
Issue of man inhumane!