A Flaw

The world looks at me in awe
they think I care about no one
for I see this creation a flaw
someday it’ll be done.

There is rude reality at work
as fate upon will persists
hey ! there’s nothing to smirk
only if you live,the world exists.

I sweep my hair back
wear my collar up
holding my cigarette pack
strutting streets,down and up.

I beg no one for nothing
even idea of god is shame
all prayer is to beg something
why fear the life’s game ?

I wasn’t born of my will
nor die of my accord
let me have my terms
who wants a sordid reward !

Will . . ?

Will the coming year
wipe every tear
alleviate all fear
bring bonhomie
peace and harmony
some hope, some cheer ?

Will there be time
when it’s not yours and mine
and hearts become benign
when mounting toll
sorrowed soul
reduce not life to a dime ?

Will those wounds ever heal
as we learn not to kneel
but to firmly deal
with faith gone astray
sanity run away
with honest resolve and zeal ?

Will some men stop to hate
stop to go on killing spate
will it not abate
cracked community
humbled humanity
longs for peace, how long to wait ?