Futility

Reflecting on the day and our sordid lives

What's that we make such a big deal of ? 

Turning the layers of news 

It takes a while and fine print to know the deets.

Are we still talking wars?

Is there a count of dead shrouds? 

Someone is just a statistic 

If History books are kind

Futility of terrifying thoughts

Futility of unending wishes

Futility of flesh pleasures

Futility of inept words

Besmirched tiny pale blue dot

With futility of existence

Is there Divine hope?

For the futile war within

Save the blue dot and yourself!

Leave futile emotions

Embrace fertile land and sun

And not let this writing be futile