Ad Finem Poem by anteaus berryhill

Dear lord I want to ask you this.
Where is a long life exist.
The close people that we miss.
And the loved ones that we kiss.
We wish we was rich.
But in this world to get rich.
We have to fish and hunt for money.
For out survival.
BUt in the bible.
Money is the root of all evil.
Like the reddish devil.
Blood money is what we call it.
Murderers getting paid for killings.
Then its all on the news.
We start to look at th face of criminals that we see as villians.
And salty watery tears fall upon our eyes.
But we mask our sadness to smile Ad Finem.....