End of Questions

When everything explodes and is thrown into chaos,
Almost every one asks the same question on their minds:
“Who started it?”
Who pulled the trigger that killed innocent lives?
Who cheated on their bestfriend’s wives?
Who said the most heartbreaking words
That even the strongest of hearts got hurt?
When everything is out of balance and nothing is as it seems,
Who tipped the scale to neverending screams?
Who threw the first punch
Only to feel their knuckles crunch?
Who was the first to blame
and who will be the first to claim?
And realize
That these are not the right questions that should be asked.
That faeries would laugh at every wasted chance.
That the ones at fault are more than capable of giving the answers on their own.
That the question should bear the future
Of every loved one that’s left.
Of every husband who have wept.
Of every heart that got broken.
Of every throat that got swollen.
“Who will end it?”

Let us not be arrogant

Let us not be arrogant with the things we have
For they can simply be taken away.
Let us not be arrogant with our wealth
For it holds no value after death.

Let us not be arrogant for what we can do
For the skill came not from us but up above.
Let us not be arrogant for what we did
For we are judged by what we didn’t do.

Let us not be arrogant with our social status
For upon death, we’re buried in similar graves.
Let us not be arrogant to belong in a great church
For it’s nothing if it doesn’t preach the truth.