So much trouble
Job 14:1
The Brevity of Life
14 “Man, born of woman, lives but a few days, and they are full of trouble.
Is it any wonder that there is so much trouble
as confused in purpose mankind rushes on?
At the expense of others, very oft a double,
in search to fill their emptiness as they carry on
Skirmishes and wars, robberies and murders,
justified by all of them who make it a way of life
In the name of their gods, they always go further,
spreading more mayhem filled to the brim with inner-strife
A siren starts howling somewhere in the distance
Ways of life and death are part of “civilized” existence
Reality now invades at a sudden for instance
preparing for their last breath someone’s feeble persistence
Jan Wienen
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