Humanity Passes On Like The Clouds

We pass on and move like the clouds And we scream and squawk like the beasts As if we were powerful and eternal Like the universal and exceptional fire. Dictators spend and pass like the water streams Listen to the Angelus; the children are making their last trip In an hour, the sparrows will be under the foliage Until the end of the twilight, when the weather will be fine. We live in the shadow of death No one is spared in this chimerical world Surely, we are all unfair and unique Nevertheless, we will suffer the same fate. Copyright © April 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.