They choose ways that
Are greatly unknown to them
And to us
Simply because that's
The way them anytime...
This on-going infighting imposes
Its ugly effect on everyone around...
The choose the lesser of two evils
In their trips while crossing into
Those unknown worlds anytime...
No one knows where to go, but
Most of them risk their life just
To get new destination away from
These pains and these sufferings...
Life goes on while some of those
People die bitterly looking for
Any help by land,
By sea, and by air, but
All in vain...
Picking certain known ways while
Crossing into the unknown worlds
Is fatal and even absurd anytime...
It is fate that plays its part on
Those exhausted and tired people...
Ways of life are extremely gloomy,
Ugly, meaningless, and even dead-ends...
Topic(s) of this poem: loss
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