by Sandra Verdi
Values seems lost in this haphazard world,
Righteousness seems not sincere;
The eyes of the guilty lurk all about,
Life’s purpose does not render clear.
My world is colliding with rapid speed,
With all that I cherished before;
Nothing seems worth believing in now
All beautiful thoughts, I ignore.
For they are not real in such chaotic times,
When the merits of man are unsure;
When honestly falls prey to tyrannical foes,
When life’s pain is so hard to endure.
Can nobody speak the truth anymore,
Is it all a forgotten, dark past;
Can no one find strength in the glory of virtue,
How long must such a deception last.
I’m tired of running and searching,
For values that do not exist;
Must I cast aside my ideals like all others,
And score those who try to resist.
One last question now invades my mind,
That which I can’t comprehend;
If all of humanity proceeds as it has,
Is not the world close to its end.
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