The Social Contract

Given up all the nights, in the name of obligation

For those who were like me; the God’s creations

God never left them, until – they left themselves

They were silent, couldn’t help themselves

They signed their death contract with an invisible ink

Very irresponsible of them, left their souls to sink

Feeling vulnerable, abilities all weak

“Yes” was the only word at that time they could speak

Their lives were all taken for granted

Their rival’s soul was dark and haunted

They made a journey that had no road

No water either, for their sinking boat

Heavy storms had emptied their brains

They carried a cape soaked in stains

No one was there to govern their misery

Those they trusted, were charged of treachery

The Social Contract was no more liable

From Rhyming Life

Photo by: Gibran Malheiros