(Dedicated to the suffering humanity today)
By Apolinario Villalobos
When the world seems to crumble
Shaken by His wrath
Poured over humanity that deserves it
There’s nothing left but a tiny speck of chance
To change our ways…. and, carry on.
When there are still words to be written
And roads to be taken
Shrouded they may be with uncertainties
There’s nothing left but a bit of strength
For persistent steps…just, carry on.
When tragedies herald the break of day
Cries of pain and anguish
Taint the air of gloom that daze man no end
There’s nothing left but a wisp of life –
Life that floats in pain…still, carry on.
JUST CARRY ON
AND, THOUGH WITH MUCH STRUGGLE..
TILL THE LAST BREATH IS DRAWN!