Sunday, September 19, 2004
Times Of Death
Life is slipping away,
Like a mudslide.
There is so little left to hope for.
Most family, friends, and neighbours are gone.
What is there to live for.
Nothing seems worth the trouble.
I suppose, that is life.
In troubled times,
In times filled with strife and hatred
In times where the quickest remedy is killing
What can you hope for?