12 April, 2008

Is It Just Me?

Charles Kondak

The Sadness and Euphorias
Question marks inside enigmas
Visions of deserts and utopias
Thoughts nothing can quell
The beating of ocean swell
Gunpowder’s smell
Clear blue skies of spring
Flowers blooming
Bird’s chirping
Altruism’s dying grenade
Is this price to be paid
For freedom’s crusade
Children’s joy for tomorrow
Blissfully unaware of sorrow
Parents sacrifice and borrow
Has the whole world gone crazy
Or is it just me?

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