Nothing Good Poem by Ghost Legend

Nothing Good



Nothing good awaits us;
We're born to learn
Death's hovering.
Thus, the seconds tick away
And our hope goes with them,
Vanishing.
Hear pigs squealing,
Nature's screams.
Find out the nature
In ice cream:
How meat
Produces meat
For all to eat,
Eventually.
No, you'd also better roam, at least
Three-hundred streets
On those bare feet
And see whom stops to see,
If any at all act kindly.
Then we'd know,
Then we're free.

Monday, November 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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