The Human Story

Though each one is blessed by Him
Why the light in hearts is dim?
Like a poisonous serpent black
Like a deadly locust attack
Like a hunter's closing net
Like a heavy loosing bet
A darkness creeping on a name
Like winds closing on a flame
Hearts trapped in greed and hate
Humans oblivious to their fate
As far as our story goes
Goodness dies and evil grows
Are we stupid or are we naive
When we dig our own grave...