Solid black lines
Framed the naked lives
Of a million loved ones
Belittled and turned lame

Another year passes
So fast one can't think
Standing on the brink
Of a thousand other free passes

Lives stop short
As another speeding boat
With faces frozen in fear
And mother's choosing invalid rear

Roaring typhoons of child-like playtime
Makes millionaires question their ethics
Nature whistles and human ears
Are forced to beckon and listen

Messages sent from a void of eternity
Plans made, destroyed all in the blink of an eye
A poet dies and another is born
To inscribe in the air the eye of a coming storm