Young Church

Freshman - 785 Points (Lesotho, Maseru)

The Hunt For Happiness - Poem by Young Church

I take my sharpest spear
Hunt money with no fear
A highest mountain to climb
A thorny bush to walk through

Fulfillment of a rough destination
In success of endless determination
The catch surprisingly poisonous
The catch unexpectedly unpleasant

The hunter now the hunted
Money has got his best weapons
In bloody hunt for my greedy soul
Where can I hunt for true happiness?

To be continued........

***The Book of End of Times

Comments about The Hunt For Happiness by Young Church

  • Jacqui Broad (11/3/2011 2:29:00 AM)

    The hunter now the hunted, it's so true in many things of life. Brilliant write.. (Report) Reply

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  • Allemagne Roßmann (8/15/2011 8:57:00 PM)

    Wonderful write.Happiness is relative so we need be its headhunters. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 28, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 6, 2011

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