The Flickering Lights

With every rising sun,
New darkness. New darkness.
With every setting of the sun,
New darkness, looming over the horizons.

Deaths, some brutal, some peaceful,
Some unexpected, some anticipated,
Stabbings, murders, betrayals,
Knives cutting through flesh of us.

Heart wrenching broadcasts,
Mouths agape at the ills in society,
For the human heart bears wickedness,
Continuously, persistently.

And life goes on, as others weep,
Life goes on, as others mourn,
Life goes on, as others lose,
Life goes on, despite the chaos.

We won’t make it out alive, sure,
But don’t we deserve some heads-up,
Of dangers and catastrophes ahead,
To right wrongs, to do better, to exist?

Don’t we deserve better than to live,
Striving for what we don’t know exactly,
Only for us to be declared gone,
And wished happy dwelling in the skies above?

That acceptance is key to ease and peace,
For this one, acceptance is not an option,
For life is for the living,
And we deserve to live, don’t we?