Less people are dying now a days,
No large bombs, no wars,
The world is verbally chaotic,
Is he saving up burial lands
For people to build square boxes,
Or rectangular, for their progeny?
Is it the silence of storm?
Is it before or after?
Is it the beginning or the middle?
How far is the end?
Is there a get together,
Nearer to the gate of doom?
Can we question the fingers that pulled the trigger?
Can we question the saints?
Will we care to question?
Isn’t doom simple and greedless,
Selfless and oneness?
Is there really any END.