Uncertain

I look up to the sky

There I see a halved by the news

I seek the sun with teary eyes

The sun is dimmed, of this news

The news causes my melancholy

The news makes me ask the question why?

It makes me ask:

Are we humans on a spiritual journey

Or are we spiritual beings on a human journey

One who was here today, tomorrow is no more

This poem is about: 
Our world

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