Life is grey
Shades of black and white
Some birthed at night, others at day
Fate bestowing on some the privilege of sight.
God and conscience man's path to dictate
Each man with a path, albeit with different stories
Some murderers, others exorcists, but fate
Makes all killers, though with different tools of fury.
To slay your enemy
To lie to save a friend
When grey seems to come in handy
What is man's end?
Beneath the sun's stare, man has toiled and soiled
Tossed upon the waves of fate
Probably just pawns cocooned within this cosmological board
For life to be fair, and fate just, there should never have been grey.
TIM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem