THE BLACK HOLE

Sitting on the chair

I gaze outside the window,

Into the limitless abyss

Of the sins we can't undo.

The bird, I hear, is chirping;

The kid weeps, but why?

The girl could not even cry,

As a foetus she had to die.

What I smell is magnolia;

I see a dead man lying,

Soldier of war in crimson mud

But why? I am not buying.

I feel the raindrops falling

And I look up in the sky,

I see a headless man

Blood oozing, how'd he die?

I ponder for the answers

In the brutal reality.

They quietly pull the trigger

And I join the endless parody.