Born,Live,Die

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Aug 30, 2018 

Some say
we’re born,
we live,
then die.
That’s it.
One grasp
at the 
brass
ring.
That’s all.
Therefore,
do whatever 
it takes to
come out 
on top.
Step on,
step over
do whatever 
to win.
Why not!
The ones
with the most
toys in 
the end
win!
I 
wonder.
Small thinking,
limited.
Is reality 
really so
simple?
Is it
all so
selfish?
Does 
humanity have
the gravitas to
know such
things?
Karma,
could reality
be more 
nuanced?
Probably so.
Children 
of the void 
are we.
Much to
learn.

 

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