Too Sore to Soar

 

Life became too sore,

When a desire bore,

Waving itself into another lore,

To the fullest, soar…

 

The day the sun shone bright,

The moon passed into dark,

The night the moon passed into dark,

The stars radiated light.

 

O! How my earthly soul,

Has compressed into a being foul,

To become the system’s ghoul,

And destruction’s fowl,

 

I shan’t hear,

The wails of a living amongst the dead,

A progeny of sheer dread,

A heart combusting lead,

Nevertheless, a bit of blood and gore,

Shall mighty those too sore,

However, drain the rest ashore,

Who crave for more and more,

And agonize to soar,

And another to whom they adore,

 

The system, however, shall be the lore,

Of those who prey themselves under its roar,

And thus, synthesize to implore,

A body too sore to soar!

      - Krisha Shastri