The Bitter Irony - Poem by Faust Lim
A philantrophist lies at his death bed,
suffering a slow death,
an evil man laughs,
seeing the tortured soul.
A forest burns,
soon leaving a scar on the earth,
only the ashes remain,
of a once serene land,
one careless man caused all this.
A beggar lies under a bridge,
ragged and cold,
asking divine help to rid the boils on his face,
asking if he deserved it.
A mother kneels at a church,
the lamentation and mourning is over,
but the sorrow in her heart,
will last forever,
for her son lies in a wooden cage,
never to return.
The clouds will move,
and the skies will darken,
and the rain will fall,
but this is the bitter irony,
laid down on us,
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