Wish!
"How many return from the relentless toll? Widows, orphans, young and old, all in despair,"
How will the world be tomorrow?
Diseases, blood-soaked wars still flow.
Climate change and disasters strike,
Food crisis, suffering, people's plight.
Oh, war, a half-conscious, half-crazy soul.
How many return from the relentless toll?
Widows, orphans, young and old, all in despair,
Lost, confused, caught in life's snare.
For years, disasters keep spreading wide,
Disease, war, loss, the world can't hide.
All beings surrender to the earth and sky,
Where does humanity's future lie?
Let us pray for the world of the morrow,
May grace bring mercy, a brighter arrow.
Disease vanishes, calamities cease to breed,
No more strife, no more lives to bleed.
Hearts radiate warmth, kindness on the lips,
For who knows the future, its turns and flips.
Life remains unchanged, all things will stay,
Sow seeds of blessings, in our own way!
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Kerenza
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At My Wits’ End
Life is about taking out the trash and calling it trash because you have every reason to. It wasn't meant to be linear, they say. But the times you tried to make it straight led to problems, and you didn’t have the tools to put any of it to use. You don't put your right shoes on the right feet; you put the left shoes on the left feet. The grey hardened slab will trip you up anyway.
By Caitlin Charltonabout 6 hours ago in Psyche
Comments (1)
This was so tragic and heartbreaking. Thought provoking as well!