Sunday, August 18, 2013

The Song Of Mankind

It is as if the heart is imprisoned
Is it why it fails to beat as it should?
Never satisfied, never content
Heaven too seems small for us
But we fight and die
For mere trifles
Because our heart never beats as it should
This is why we made hell  in here
Trying to create our own heaven.

Banished from eden
We wander,
Champions no longer we were
Because we let go of winning and thought just of defeating.

Wealth and knowledge
Are the playthings of a few
Like the false gods that we are
We betray our own brethen.

Flimsy borders have we created
Not ashamed of dividing even the skies
But it's  not a surprise
When we have divided even the gods amongst us.