This is the dilemma of life
where joy is gotten from strife
and happiness from lies.
With stains of blood
that robs our robes
of essence and values.
We live in bits
with fun we could find
even if death knocks our doors.
When tears and shame
maligns our mates,
our hearts and smiles we give for fame.
When troubles comes
and friends are doomed
In their despair, we launch our happiness.
This is the world we built
where blood is seen as paint
and anguish as cover ups.
