Ironic
by: Blessed Jel C. Morano
Enthralled, I was gazing at the big silvery moon,
Waiting patiently for a first hint of the imperceptible dawn
Emotions roused as a paint of gray slowly went on
That creeps to the brightening of the eastern horizon.
Isn't it ironic? I thought
A beauty amidst a world of distraught.
Enveloped by an intangible social dilemma,
Left humankind to be in such enigma.
Defeaned by the most disturbing sound,
Silence my friend, speaks to me and houds.
Great men built a tower of gold,
where paragon of deceit and greed unfolds.
Then loneliness, laughed at me and smiled,
Saying famine and chaos to come already piled
and lovers drunk the wine of temptation.
Arms open wide but couldn't reach.
Words of theri gods but couldn't teach.
People can hear yet are not listening
People can talk yet are not speaking.
This is the paradox of life, yet I'd like to slash it with a knife,
Trying to set free from the grips of it with all my might,
But when will I be going to see the light?
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