Till sepulcher
When will it all end?
When will the miseries of this world end?
When shall mankind be at peace?
When will there be no more adversaries?
A world where beings toil on daily basis,
With sweat gushing down the skin aisle.
Up till death with yet the struggle.
In varieties it all sums up,
Some, to make a living,
A few to the established statusquo maintain,
Some for the struggle for riches accumulate.
A handful for life glamour acquire,
All in aftermath a good fate.
To all these struggle surmount however,
Some blood shed,
A few, heads sell.
A sect on the highway bombard,
Quite few the legal way adopt.
In summation nonetheless,
A tedious rout they all amount.
Absurdism at its peak,
Some shrewd anonymous,
Choose to fellow mankind their struggle launch.
Thousands of souls they vandalize,
On outrageous and insane purposes.
The struggle for mankind they compound,
As in anxiety for their lives humanity toil,
Running hecter sketter for the dooms day creatures
avoid.
Pathetically at the end,
Some still the victim of this religious fanatics
prey fall.
Many enroute the path of this struggle fall,
Some though success emerges.
But in all ramification,
Life we realize,
Is enmeshed in struggle till sepulcher’s day,
Where if we don’t, societal redundant becomes.
Stankovic
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