IS THERE LIFE BEFORE DEATH?

I find myself asking questions of
A kind to task the strongest brain:
Is there hope on Earth these days?
For the poor and the forgotten,
The flotsam
The refuse
The dregs?
Does our life have any worth?
For the downtrodden
The homeless
The old aged
The unemployed?
Is there life ... before death?

I find myself keening a solemn cry
A lonesome, mewling, sad refrain:
Is there any point to life
After serfdom has been returned
For most people
The working class
The beaten masses?
People classified as the second best?
Why can't the lesson e'er be learnt?
By Prime Ministers
Presidents
The Monarchy?
Is there life ... before death?

Musing upon deep mysteries
Wondering if life has made me insane:
O what a burden we e'er must tote
I puzzle why people keep going on,
The victims
The abused
Falsely accused?
Is there reason to believe in goodness?
Why are the leaders so often wrong?
State premiers
The senates
The courts?
Is there life ... before death?

THE END
© Copyright 2021 Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia