Race of the human race
The whole of human race
Is competing with each other
In a bloody deathly race
Killing, stabbing and back stabbing
Dragging other people down
To get just one step ahead
Pushing others out of the way
To reduce the struggle around
We all keep running the race
Like mad dogs that can’t think
We run behind our own illusions
To quench the thirst that never ends
We are still running
Yet don’t see that none of us
Has yet been to the finishing line
Because we all die halfway
The finishing line is within your reach
But you keep running all your life
Probably In the wrong direction, behind
illusions
But never realize that you are running
away from it.
The thirst
Quench and the mirage…
Goes on forever…
Unless…
We are not thirsty
Anymore…
Sandu Thisaranee Jayasinghe
Year 12 Sci, Sri Lankan School, Muscat