Tormented by Z.S

Tormented by Z.S

You have searched high, low beyond the sky,

You hope for a light that could replace the dying sun,

BUT the world let alone your values have changed as the time went by,

Even MY warmness and comfort you chose to shun!

How high or low you won’t ever find,

Dear son of Adam what’s on YOUR mind? 

The air, the soil, the ocean seek me and cried,

Saying greed and lust have taken over and now you are numb,

MY blood and soul has been destroyed as now you are blind!

MY green turns into papers, worshiped! Ow my aren’t you dumb?

How high or low you won’t ever find,

Dear son of Adam to find the light you must first make up your mind.