Humbleness Is Dying! ! ! Poem by Malaya Roses

Human
What more we want?
Life is under the white sky
Death is under brown soil
Roll of breath
Might be come to the small end
Dried leave must leave
Escape will be never
But we are still the beast with mind
Admit none
Leave nothing
Conceit too much gratitude
Locked closet of truth
Too huge to seal our haughtiness
Humbleness is dying
By class
Societies of vanity
Parading nothing than stones
From the brown soil
Still we are the blind
Could not attain
Simple understanding of compassion
Towards ourselves.

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