Coming Days

In these remaining few moments

Ponder what the world will be

The weak, the beaten, the cynic all

Will the future notice them fall?

When the world keeps turning ingloriously

Leaving behind a trail of graves

What do we build as a legacy

If all we touch has turned to ash

The world may sink

The air may choke

A few live on

The world goes on

Spare a thought on whom we climb

To build a future uncertain and bright