Stifling heat melts the humid sky
Choking on our own breath
Another day rolls by
Slowly turning, but soon over despite its slow pace.
Amidst the pains of life dwells great luxury
What really has the right to exist?
Surely not this, I can’t see the reason.
Polar opposites on every side,
Yet connected seamlessly as if by strings,
This marionette plays back and forth.
One man’s wealth is another’s despair,
Bravely fanning another while suffering heat stroke himself.
One day this will all be over,
But that doesn’t offer much refuge,
When ‘one day’ doesn’t have a set date.
Don’t let a day go by
When you don’t ask why.
Ask it to their faces,
Let them meet this head on.
Destiny is being set by mere mortals
Incapable of understanding another’s suffering.
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