REALITY
As time ticks,
Our whole life blinks,
We look for words to write
And rhythmic lines to recite,
The future appears bleak
Causing some on God to seek;
The air we inhale is dirty
Our flesh derails, losing its envy;
Diseases emerge with no cure
Leaving Research with little or no succor;
Our hopes and dreams now remain dark,
As long as we paint reality black.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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