Treasure Island

tony haynes

(1960 / shreveport louisiana)

Frequently Asked Questions


Frequently asked questions
Like where do we go when we die?
And how do we know there’s a heaven?
Who are we? What are we & why?
Leave something to be desired
Entirely taking to task
Societal views in a nutshell
So we ask & we ask & we ask

To determine a way out of nowhere
Escape from a sinister knife
Salvaging answers in pieces
To get to the meaning in life
Instead we come up with more questions
Man will he destroy? Will he save?
Or will our Great Giver
Now take back the soul He free willingly gave?
Is this the end or beginning?
And are we too far gone to bow?
Like sheep are we destined for slaughter…

…Oh, what shall become of us now?

Submitted: Saturday, November 06, 2010
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