By MAYA GREEN
The fragility of life, hangs on a thin thread,
Though a line, it’s not a straight one:
There’s always the kinks, loops, corners,
And the straights, the occasional knots.
To have a Refuge is the only hope:
For the subtlety, and stealth of the enemy’s perversion — is relentless and merciless
There is almost no escape, from the trap.
The crave for power, is a thirst for idleness
It’s a preoccupation with a life of leisure:
To be embraced in the laps of luxury;
Being adored, without working to earn it.
Recall, the titanousaurs and dinosaurs
They colonised and ruled every continent
The power on earth for 10,000 years:
Yet — they too disappeared, as fossilised giants.
Dateline:
11.12 PM
July 18, 2024
Shah Alam, Selangor DE
