where the writers are
realms of a wish

Had I a prescient View

Of this worlds bitterness

I might have stayed on in heaven

Never to have been born

Washed down

With my mothers cyclical bleeding

Lost in the realms of a wish

 

This world is filled with misery

Melancholy, disappointment, hunger and tears

Intractable bitterness of loss

Death and so many burials

I don’t know the world is like this

Filled with inequalities

I might have stayed on in heaven

 

Far away in the realms of hope

Of a possible fulfillment

We shall meet on the land

Spoken of by patriarchs

 

Where there is no end to laughter

Where there is no sorrow

Where there is equality

No hunger and no loss

I don’t know the world is this bitter

I might have stayed on in heaven

Lost in the realms of a wish

I would visit the world in a dream

 

Away from this bitterness of life

Disappointment of unfulfilled dreams

These social prejudice and punishment

Inflicted on us by the world

 

If I have the prescient view of man

I would never have been born

I would stay on with the angels

Lost in the realms of a wish

The world is the ocean

Man is the unfathomable sea

The abysmal matrix of sin

And no one can swim the seas