Birth o\' Birth,
On this miserable rock called Earth.
Born to survive
Against all odds, to persist and thrive.
But unknown the meaning to truly survive
The singular true answer he seeks within the labyrinth;
Reveals itself as unique as his fingerprint
Unbeknownst the lives of those around him, the true hint.
A child once abandoned
Now remains burdened;
To be chosen amongst the thousands,
Undoubtedly prior to too old of age
If not, imprisoned he shall be in this key less cage.
He too has to survive ...
So, he paints himself as a juvenile
One smart, funny and full of smiles.
A child born into a generation
Wherein the only priority is excellence
Rewarded and punished with deprivation
Suffering a cocktail of mental illnesses,
Disregarded as mere silliness.
They too have to survive ...
So, they forgo childish things like Imagination and Expression
Irrelevant are they, to excel in an Examination.
A soulmate and mother of three
Happiness for an eternity,
A mere whimsical fantasy
Abused , berated and enslaved
The gold chain ensures she\'s chained.
She too has to survive ...
So, she cooks and obeys in silence
Her only act of defiance, her silence.
A woman of the streets
A regular at the hotel suites
She\'s dressed up, petite and twenty-one;
Her jobs makes her despised, hated and spat on
Her emotions far too long gone.
She too has to survive ...
So, she gives up her pride
All for her younger sister, in order to provide.
A man who\'s seen far too much
Shattered, he now mouths in hush.
Death awarded with valor and merit
As he stands high atop the dead\'s-pyramid
Haunted by flashbacks still as vivid.
He too has to survive ...
So, he carries his past as his baggage
Wishing to atone through his pilgrimage.
A man who is a shell of the past
For his earthly belongings he\'s harassed
Threats of abandonment or foreseeable accidents.
Forced to sign off his will,
With disregard for his own will.
He too has to survive ...
So, he accepts, as he\'d had enough
Wishing to retain whatever\'s left of that dying love.
Death o\' Death,
The last hour and the last breath.
The long awaited finale,
To be adorned by lilies of the valley
Now the body gently laid to descend
For the soul to finally ascend.
No longer do they have to sacrifice ...
No longer do they have to survive.