Gifts Of The Present

• Yonatan Algazi
• Poetry
• 2004

The day we all follow,
The day we all lead.
It is the day we go by a system,
That which preaches respect,
But teaches odium.
It is the day we go by a system,
That which preaches about death,
But teaches about life.
We live a dying life,
One that enjoys its own pain and suffering,
But yells and screams when it feels.
Smells that die,
Sounds that live.
Tastes that kill,
Sights that see.
Things we love,
That end up hurting us.
We love and we live,
But we cannot hate and die.
When the scale tips,
We shall all see,
Through our false masks.
Those masks which share but one object with us;
Eyes.
We see and we feel pain.
We think and we feel sorrow.
And then we die,
And we feel nothing.
The end