I stood before the limits of my world
And peered through the windows of my cell
To gaze at a planet I was told
Was better than this “ever wretched hell”
The people over there appeared so sad
For pain was in the air they had to breathe
With busy lives that drove them ever mad
Like hordes of mice chasing after cheese
I stared with confusion at this scene
And that’s when I heard an angel yell:
Contentment is the heaven of our being
And lack of it is its greatest hell
Zakaria Amara 