Game

The Evil falls upon us,
From our within to our very being.
We grow it and We throw it,
We see it falling upon others,
Something of us burns too,
But are blind to see, what comes back,
Is what was thrown upon others.
The game seems never ending,
All losers, all losers, see it or not.
Layers over layers, the blanket thickens.
Soon strangling is felt, life is dear,
When death knocks every door,
Some windows are opened,
To protect the seed of life.
Some breathing agreed,
Some small holes made.
The blanket becomes earth,
And through the small holes,
Carrying the torch of hope,
Soon sprouts The Good.....