This Artificial Thing

This artificial thing, it’s conceived
Born into a world of make believe
Viewing life on it’s defense
Learning things that make no sense

This timing of life not bitter, nor sweet
It’s the moment when life versus death greets
This artificial thing has deceived
Died from a world so called make believe

Blinding death on its offense
Yearning things that made some sense
This timing of death so better, so sweet
It’s the moment we don’t want to meet.

Poem # 5 Written Jan 1990


Added on

This artificial thing isn’t received
Rejoicing world that made grieve
Understanding things that were so dense

Acknowledging things that’s enhance
This timing this eternal things
It’s the moment when freedom rings
This artificial things we do heave
It is someday true, we all must leave

Written 24 March 1991