There staring at us bare is this truth -
Don’t window-dress it, friend,
this world is indeed of suffering made:
Birth is suffering,
And growing up,
Friendship is suffering,
And love and loss,
Time an affliction and
Ageing
There is a kernel of sorrow concealed in joy
Victory and defeat are two sides of a coin
We rise to fall and fall to weep
The rich man sleeps in his mansion on the hills
Because a urchin is awake empty stomached
Sweeping the street
A full belly here is a meal
Snatched from the hands of a child somewhere
We conscript and send to deaths young men and women
Ugly and blighted is ok as along as
we profit
And so we go seeking a moments joy
In this world of suffering
Face it bold don’t conceal it in hope
The sad truth of our suffering world
seek the roots of suffering deep
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 12:58 AM UTC
There staring at us bare is this truth -
Don’t window-dress it, friend,
this world is indeed of suffering made:
Birth is suffering,
And growing up,
Friendship is suffering,
And love and loss,
Time an affliction and
Ageing
There is a kernel of sorrow concealed in joy
Victory and defeat are two sides of a coin
We rise to fall and fall to weep
The rich man sleeps in his mansion on the hills
Because a urchin is awake empty stomached
Sweeping the street
A full belly here is a meal
Snatched from the hands of a child somewhere
We conscript and send to deaths young men and women
Ugly and blighted is ok as along as
we profit
And so we go seeking a moments joy
In this world of suffering
Face it bold don’t conceal it in hope
The sad truth of our suffering world
seek the roots of suffering deep
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