LOSS of values

Антонина Паламарчук
I’ll set a trap
Just for myself.
Step. One more step
And I’m a slave.
I will lose time
To be the last.
It’s not a crime
Because I must!
The price is “tear”
And world is sold
Having a fear
To loose the gold.
Making success
They kill a hope,
Thay play with death
Catching a rope.
It’s my achieve –
The murder’s tune.
Reasons to live
Are not for you.
There is no care
In human’s eyes.
Oh, yes I dare,
Cause I’m not wise.
The strong survives –
That’s all the salt.
But earth lose lifes.
Life...it’s true gold.