Pity

I have pity.

Pity of this world.

Pity, for the creatures that have no love for it.

Pity, for the destruction, wars, abuses, acts of villainy.

Pity, for rivers of mud, dirty mud, of dirty stolen monies.

I have pity of suffering crowds…

Pity of the ignorance that embraces the minds of the ones electing demagogues, thieves, scoundrels.

I have pity of the overwhelming hunger, of the ones suffering from it and of the ones that get rich from it.

I pity, when sensible words are carried by the wind and the insensible ones become headlines.

I have pity because I know it will not change, is immutable.

I see beauty in the world, the shinning of the stars in the universe above.

I see the animals, gentle creatures gazing upon us with the perplexity of their innocence, asking why?

I see beautiful children, without the awareness of what is coming closer.

I have pity of their deception, of the frustration that will come upon them.

I do not pity the human being, lost in his own selfishness, in his own arrogance. Lost in loveless, drowned in his greed.

What a pity… in the sunset of my life, the only thing left is to think of darkness.

I have hope in the world beyond life.