A Mean To An End Poem by Cyclopseven R

Array of emotions
tremble across every nation.

in killing brutality
and smiling generosity
man is lost without reasons
as yearning for an earning becomes his life
and everyday that pass by he fills with wealth
his breath he blows hard on gold and diamonds
knowing, in famine the wealth won’t be edible.
precious marks of life, forgotten easily
as he marches across the meadow
panting for wealth beneath the grass
where one day his home he shall build for the physique.
his time may come sooner or may be later
realizing not a little that he works his life
not live in it
with it
for it.

it’s indeed suicidal for him
because every fill of emotion with wealth shining
make parades of white reveals itself between the lips
while concealing beneath the ignoble suffering
which gains firm footing along the process of earning
there lies the murderous stress with thickened LDL
the heartbeats slowly turning its wail to whispers
and to the world below the feet
his body one day shall meet his wrong feat.

when the mean of survival
wrapped itself in sad end
what will be of the man, then?