To Know Who I Am Poem by Nina Ali

This is the way of the world; this is the way of life.
Don’t we all eventually die?
Haven’t we all someday lived?
This is the way of life.
Weren’t the rich someday poor,
Weren’t the poor someday rich.
Or haven’t you heard;
How this is the way of the world,
When there’s peace you know there will be war,
When there’s war there will be death.
Or haven’t you heard;
Violence only delivers what is the same,
Because that is the way of the world.
Illusions delude us,
Illusions betray us,
Our thoughts that once saved us,
No longer stand strong,
In the mists of civilization we are forgotten,
And in the way of the world we are lost.
This is the way of life.