An earthen orbit - the poem
All we see a crime,
To go beyond a time.
We just hear a song,
To feel the bare gong.
Then we cover a color,
To frill the fake labour.
Some show a pride,
To make behind a hide.
For we live a life,
To cross a circular pine.
All have a reason,
To hover for a season.
It becomes a past,
To laugh at the giddy last.
Sorrows a dear death,
To feel the pang in heart.
Allows an unknown life,
To rot in the cringe of crime.
Justice to nature,
Another story to capture.
Matter of fact to honor,
For generations to nurture.
Blood for the cause,
To purify the rational rows.
A new world,
To be bright in new thought.
A new day,
To be mold with raw clay.
Earth to give a new hope,
A new message for humanity to be throve.
At the end to embrace the void,
To go deep within the nothings to crib.
An orbit to praise,
For the eternal depth.
Life ends in death,
To infuse in earth to spring another life.