life lived on it’s ugliness
ugly is our devilish diktats
duteous dwelling-is it the birthright
noble I am born, with faith…reborn
Cost of freedom cannot be your blood
Nor can I shed it to glorify my existence…
Into any blissful land lord can be enslaven
Enlightening can be a mere far-cry
Dies the peace…
Cries the peace…
Under the dying sun
The bleeding fingers write
Can you buy me a peace
What lurks you to say
I love you - nomore
Everyday brightens up with another night
And every night I wait…
Mornings of life mourning
Singing farewell song
cowardly again shall be the birth
Dastardly acts dogmatised
Life lived on it’s ugliness
Noble I am born
With faith…reborn
lovita j r morang
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ugliness-2/
