The sunset began before my eyes, <br />Angels sinking their heads in soulful cries. <br />The soldier's thumping footfalls fade away <br />The oldman now drags his atrophied feet about all day. <br />The mud of life soon taints <br />The white garment of birth so quaint. <br />And as the smoke rises in the air <br />Displacing the tranquil wind everywhere <br /> <br /> The human life spans like a sunset <br />The beginning phase being the brightest. <br />I know the music of this valley has taught me how <br />Like a falling star, life creeps its way down <br />Before the face of the world engrossed with sunset <br />As the traders start displaying their wares <br />To the sight of their common costumer- the thirsting tyrant <br />Whose thin long cane yearns for victims <br />And the displayed wares- throbbing human hearts <br />Their value; their dignity wanes before life's long cane, <br />Like that falling star.<br /><br />Warrith Olawale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/like-a-falling-star/
