Life Is a Blessing
Whoever said life is a blessing,
Told a satanic lie!
You struggle
Until you die,
A soulless body,
Just a nose bleed to a society
Not wanting to know
The acne face of your failures.
I’ve been humbled
On heartless streets,
Dejected without deliverance,
Spending my affection
On household plants,
Whispering to unresponsive
Rose petals.
Unromantic parks!
Horse and carriages
Move in gloomy rain,
Dead lilac bushes
Have flowerless branches
Void of fragrance.
At a newsstand,
You eat a sandwich;
An old lady is mugged,
A young girl raped;
You wipe your mouth,
Forget to say grace.
Hoodlum clans
Prowl like
Hungry dogs,
Hatch
Violent plans,
Maximum free enterprise!
There is
Typhoid fever at dawn
As welcoming
As feminine blood
On a toilet seat.
The November sky
Is dying,
I’m expecting be buried
Beneath decaying leaves
In a cemetery of nameless paupers.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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