Contradiction In Nature

Here a flower blossom
There a man died

Here in a bed of a poor girl, a flower withered
There a baby born

Here an agnoy becomes lava
There the happiness becomes fountain

Here the stiff necks
There the bent backs

Here the clouds always ready to fall
There the sun always ready to burn

Here the secret chest ready to burst
There the buddies to share

Here the wealth is a balm of wounds
There the poverty works as a salt

Here the planning of clever minds
There they physically induldge in dagger drawn