BANE OF EXISTENCE
Man was born a slave to labor,
To await implausible shine of favor.
A visage that oft disappoints
As much as it anoints.
Toil in ominous silence,
And barely restricted violence.
Hither unto death,
One abides until last breath.
All for naught,
One’s aches bought.
From infancy to age,
The world is a cage.
Here for a blink of an eye,
That instant that flies by,
Our bodies are mere apartments,
Universes tenements.
The path ahead has bifurcations,
Hoard piled on hoard of complications.
A single road is a multitude of offers,
But only one will hold the coffers.
To dominance every knee bow,
Yet flotsam and jetsam does it endow.
All the plunder of the earth,
Cannot secure a second birth.
Contracted was the span,
The era of life’s plan.
No devious scheme nor art of man,
Can hope to alter supernatural ban.
No species of decals,
Nor gold nor silver equals,
Life’s spice-
Ultimate price.
copyright jas 2007
