Game On Us Poem by Malaya Roses

Assured
Death, famine and drought is coming upon us
Agonizing moment is sparking fire
Some shall die before the heat, some will be burnt within
Life is not getting green; we meet our hell and heaven
And I shall die
But I want no regret
For a wasted life of amortization,
I call no prolong delirium.
Despicable perceptions of human expectation
I shall die
But not without slaying the world of greediness
Dark soil, blood moon passing four
My convictions shall met your truth
A calling to the end of this fallacy
Humane against politic
God shall decide
Who is worth people's tears?
Who is worth His mercy?

© Malaya Roses
27042014 @ 0503