there is a cruelty

There is a cruelty in this universe.

A cruelty that seems to be an inseparable part of this existence.

I suppose consciousness defines this cruelty and makes it what it is; a burden on the soul of the dead for the living have no soul.

I said soul of the dead - that is because a grave mistake has been made in recording the ownership of the souls.

It is the dead who own souls and not the living.

How can life have a soul - for it is cruel

Life is cruel.

I have seen life's cruelty looking at a child with open mouth longing for death.

I have seen it looking at the dry hands of a mother whose touch does not, cannot calm the blistered body of a child.

I have seen it looking into the aimless eyes of a father Searching for death.

I have seen it looking at the earth sculpturing sand.

I have seen it looking into the clouds Passing by - indifference.

I have seen it looking to the sky Too big for a small heart.

I have seen it in a mirror Helpless.

I am dead for I have a soul

I wish to be alive. but how can I

- for my mouth longs for death!