THE SCARS OF LIFE
We simply risk things for our own benefits,
But we forget to weigh the result of it,
Tend to spend much not seeing the loss.
Behind the bars of showing the purpose.
How greed we are sometimes,
Allowing somebody to suffer,
While comforting the soul of pretentious.
Dismay portrayed in my eyes.
How hard to be human?
Or I think, is it part of us,
not exactly to be humane?
Terrible! to imagine and to dwell.
But at the end of the day,
I ask myself, are you okay?
To fight the battles of yesterday?
And to win from this called agony.
We still need life to protect,
We still need the love that reflects,
We still need a conscience to care.
Before we can say, we are needed too.
© JC Pierrie
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