Faust Lim

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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,
helpless beings.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 4, 2010

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