waiting for the morn
i still do
for lasting
throughout the night
has become hard
all darkness
seem to envelope
all that was good
since the glorious days
of my youth
i recall all
tradition, culture and religion
even the sayings of the old
and all that has been
the noble, the sacred
now all is no more
each day has been stained
much evil under the sun
no more hope
aching mankind
is living without scope
no wonder why it is now difficult
to cope with each and present scenario
what we ought not do do
is that which we are only now doing
- we are sinners.
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