Ships upside down are on sail in our days
Yes, our days are weird in a exceptional manner;
Days of unexpected tragedies,
Unwelcomed chaos and misfortunes,
Uncouth times of danger
And unrestrained anger...

Days in which darkness strolls in the light,
Days in which seeds die even before germination begins,
Days in which the Old sing dirges for the young...
Oh...they are really unrefined days!
With no regards at all for our tradition..
Wait, do they even know our traditions?
Oh... Days of Perdition!

And gradually, our world is more of a battlefield than a home.
We're simply living just to finally leave.
But the distressing query is:
Where will be our final home?
© Dheri Jhoyce