Lost Cause

Lost Cause short poem

A thousand ships sail towards sun

each one carrying the hope of life

each searching for the island of life

sails set high, urgency in air

cover the maximum ground

or drown in the star dust

burnt by sun, skin peeling off

they still manoeuvre the vessel

charting set co-ordinates

under the shade of stars

the last of the scions

the last of the czars

the last of humanity

all bundled up inside

scrounging over morsels

already inhuman

they are the lost hope

oblivious of the fire

concerned about nothing

they fight the trivialities

No redemption sought

yet the men at top

toil so hard

to set the right course

time will make them see perhaps

the cause that was already lost

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Nothing enthralls me anymore, Nothing surprises me anymore, I know not the depth of my own soul, nothing allures me anymore..............
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Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Brings to mind the Sci-Fi about the last days of the world. Was it “Asteroid” or something?

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A dark menacing scenario and yet it rings true. The words convey the hopelessness and desperation of our times, the trivial pursuits of mankind. Well Written @Zyborg .. Again!

Swathi Rao
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Good one.. The civilization starters were wanders..

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