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My Life, Your Life Is the play of passion for a cause? Everywhere I visit I view As much or more torment as in me. I see a wife being severely battered, The son struggling with drunkard father, While the ozone layer opens even wider And Master Death follows into the lake-rains. Mind-control games, air pollution, ground pollution, War weaponry, plant extinction, life extinction, Drug overdose, deathly flooding. The list goes on, All which alters my life and your life. Witness the gruesome brute killings in this world Giving a sense of dedication to the holy fanatics Permitting starvation and fever and suffering, Destroying so many human lives for the god Who says to them, “Hey, lead on!” The time is nearing when life, my life, your life, Will be and be without meaning or purpose; Like everyone else, we shall have our day Wondering why we were and why we were So precious. Look up, little child, look up! God is of our imagination And we want you to meet him. Listen carefully; only "we" can make The introductions. © Jaymista 2001 |