With Our Beautiful

When we seek and we find
And what we find stays
We leave what is gone behind
And hold what has come to stay.
It pays to be kind
As it hurts to be
Kindness has burnt many to a high degree.
Love, we have figured is a figure of speech
A broken tool and a gospel for the rich.
No one ever looks good being poor
At least before but not anymore
Our beauty is easilly scarred
Too hot will be a cup of tea
Too cold will be a giant fridge
That freezes the mystery.
The school is where we keep
the kids away while we while
And by noon they become adults
Nothing is learnt of manners
Nothing is remembered of their fathers
And the cycle is formed permanently.
Who we are have been forgotten
we decay, we perish, we rotten
And the end ends in nothing.
And here stands religion
Beside it is culture
Behind is identity
In front is society
Forgotten is family
Under ground is love.

Leonell