It is a world, and a world we live in; Where souls bought by beer cans And guns and roses can both kill a man Somewhere in the woods, a henchman burns a peasants house. Some politicians laughs traveling in a limousine. The rains slowly extinguishes the fire, Bones of the poor man lying here and there. His young daughter been fed to the scavengers. His land. Lost. A man stand in a podium shouting expletives. Beguiling the mass by his gall, He threatens to rape, calls himself a “mall”. A camera man stands to get the glimpse, Masquerading the worlds, that impostor sings. I see, and i smile. But can’t do the odd. Infirm of my purpose, which i am. I criticize sitting in my drawing room. And dwell upon my daily bread.
Posted on: Sat, 19 Jul 2014 15:35:01 +0000