That was an unauspicious day,
When -without asking their consent -
My father and my mother were decreed to go,
To a ghastly show -pre planned in antiquity,
To be performed upon the earth,
To fill time and space withgroaning and mourning,
Of the suffering and languishing people,
The serials of the suspenseful drama -unending episodes -constantly being displayed,
Perhaps for the simple reason,
That all may witness and realize,
The emptiness of the earthly life,
And search for an exit to go back -
To the Garden of Eden -
An abode of peace, harmony and love
Mykoul
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