The List Of The Hell Poem by nawang lamo

Life seems to be a hell,
The perfect work is to yell.
The list is long,
The time is short,
but a try can be given.

Tyranny at its best is found where?
Below the earth in a fiery hell?
No, its found where you live, where I live,
where everything is apparently so well!

Dying ambitions, dying relations,
was this what we were meant to be?
A chick killed not by a snake, but by its own guardian,
this is the reality, see!

Yell on your parents who love you so much you choke,
Yell on your lover who chokes in yor love.

The list is strange,
Haven't noticed everyone is near.
The list is strange,
Its our own, from whom we have to fear!

The fear is killing everyone,
doesn't matter if visible or silently.
The list is killing everyone,
Doesn't matter if nearly and dearly!