To beyond this

When war becomes the new trend,

Taking over land, killing innocent life is how it ends.

Born to work, earn, and die,

A mere product of everyday life, it’s a man-made tie.

The matrix around keeps everyone blind.

Like a rat race; collect pennies and the day winds.

Beyond this realm, we seek much more.

At the open skies, stars, heaven, and God are sure.

He made a life with fresh water, clear skies, and free land.

Of bountiful gifts, Free will, no boundaries, or selfish plans.

But perhaps it’s best to end how it all once began.

Poem Published by Geetanjali