A deceitful cuckoo, <br />A parasite on the faithful parents <br />Of the chick it just killed. <br /> <br />A little runt, <br />Not as fast as it's fellows; <br />Squashed by it's fat mother <br />Rolling over. <br />Squeals for help ignored. <br /> <br />The sunsets made beautiful <br />By a destructive volcano. <br />The force that killed thousands, <br />Injured hundreds, <br />Yet life thrives on the remains. <br /> <br />A red-breasted robin, <br />Chirping and dancing on the fence. <br />A sparkling eyed sparrow-hawk. <br />The robin is no more! <br /> <br />All this pain, <br />All the unfairness, <br />All the death in the world. <br /> <br />We suffer, <br />Some like it. <br />We live through it, <br />Some find it too much to bear. <br /> <br />We still have the will to live. <br />Fight to defy the pain, <br />The crimson blood in our veins <br />Boils and denies death. <br /> <br />It makes you really wonder. <br />Is life really that bad? <br />So beautiful yet so dangerous. <br />We hate the pain. <br />Want a purpose. <br />Yet still remain. <br /> <br />Is it really as bad as we think?<br /><br />Thistle Wargul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/is-there-a-point/
