Enjoyment

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Jan 08, 2020 

Here,
we are all
here.
Don’t know
how.
Don’t know
why.
Fact remains,
we are all
here.
Men,
women
everybody.
Look around.
What to do?
What to do
with this 
brief flash?
This brief
flash 
of existence.
Power,
control,
at each other’s
throats.
Power,
control, all
just puffs
of dust.
Instantly,
just puffs
of dust.
What’s the
point?
Spending this
briefest 
flash of
existence 
at each other’s
throats.
Seems absurd.
Spend the
time in 
enjoyment 
peaceful enjoyment.
A brief flash
of enjoyment.
Seems to make
sense to me.

 

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Frank Hornby . commented on Jan 09, 2020 at 12:48pm
Yeah so true John.....it's easier to enjoy...rather than destroy....and just like you the majority of mankind thinks it does make sense to enjoy.....but the "chosen" minority want to destroy.......once again, another soul searching poem...👍🏻

 

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