Poetry

How Much for Life?

Unethical yet widely practiced question

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Human life bears sands of time
Human life is an endless game
Of dice we consider lucky
Of chess we consider smart

But where is the price of it
But where can we understand it
Not in the gold or silver mountains
Not in the honey of sweetest pleasures

Some pass the world unnoticed
Some pass the world like gods
There is a telling we are the same
There is a telling never trust a telling

Every day many souls die unnoticed
Every day not a finger budged
But a little tear in holy flesh brings a scandal
But a little moment turns to heroism

The human life is speculation
The human soul is a changeable perception
Of any worth and meaning
Of any worth and feeling

With Love and care,
Darian