If at all one would ever...

If at all one would ever

make a spoof on life...

Just think once of the mother,

who has lost her son

in the battlefield of honor.

salutes, maybe a medal

and away he's done

as tears surface for words

and the Sun sets forever,

she is left to bereave;

with a surmise that turns solace,

that he won his death

for his folks,for his land.

his was a fall for glory

and his end,an epithet grand.

If at all one would ever

make a spoof on life...

Just think once of the guy

who's blind for you and me

lunettes of his; veiled.

His life caged in darkness

with every dream held hostage

the day they hatch to bloom.

He has a penchant to explore

the world that seems so flat,

so majestic yet so mean

for smothered with empathy            

his world has always been.

If at all one would ever

make a spoof on life...

Just think once of the child-

an odd 'bastard' for the world.

A heir of nameless genes,

a fruit of planned deceit.

A feat of mutual pleasure,

achieved but not received.

He is born to be plunged,

in the deluge of disgrace.

he will bleed sans sting

for he grows with the truth,

too many bruises to tender

before the morrow's bout of ruth.

If at all one would ever

make a spoof on life...

Just think once of the harlot

the one in a bordello

down the street of the fallen.

Each day starts with dusk

as she quenches thirst of lust,

for a price,to say suffice.

Her flesh is an angel,

to the mouths that she fends

so she lives her today

out of practice,out of will

by etching memories on water,

the life's unsold skill.