Dukkha v.3

This pain pervades a whole world,
Saturated as it is in misery.
Images of pang young kids merge
Into a spasms of these nerves.

A screaming babe, umbilical intact,
Aging parents adrift in a past,
Lovers disgusted by their embrace,
Blackened mourners in a rain.

Happiness is a thin veneer,
Beneath that lies a truth.
This is a inheritance of us all,
Birth, aging, sickness as well as death:
Dukkha.

In each moment of misery, however,
The lion's roar can be heard aloud;
Calling us all to recognition of
The promise of a cold breeze.