Poetry and Society: Meaningless Pursuits
Freezing cold
Left to the depths of despair
Not a spark to light a flame
The world doesn’t care
Poor little match girl
Chilled to the bone
Just like the day we’re born
We all die alone.
So what’s the sense
In playing by the rules
If we all must die
Then why die the fool
Why not live
According to how we choose
Then at least we live our lives
Win or lose
No hidden agendas
No following of orders
No one living in luxury
Off the blood of sons and daughters.
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
No more meaningless pursuits
Of the Liar’s half truths
