The whole world,
Since time immemorial,
Whether they like it or not.
Poetry’s universality
And sentimental tonality,
Act as a unifier,
A human bond,
Among all peoples,
All nations
True democratization,
Of mind and soul
Making us more human,
And because it is Love
And inspiration,
There is no discrimination,
No, none at all
Its stunning reach,
A Celestial Call.
With all Crystal Balls broken,We have to depend on the Lies,That politicians grow like weeds,All of Them determined to hide the Truth,Not allowing a flowering of its seeds.And as ‘The Masters of our Destiny’Plot their deadly, devil deals and deeds,Behind closed doors, like wild boarsOur Country and our future sadly bleeds.
Sliding up and down,Moody steeple,Want and want not,What can you trustOr trust not?Who can help you thru the dark?Life is no amusement park,Explanations one or many,Let me know if you chose any.
Although, so often spoken of.Love is constant sacrifice,Not just a mere mirageThat comes and goes,Remember,More love less hateLove is what our souls,Are supposed to be made of.So if in you there is no loveTo give,You have no soul.
And I just melt away,In the warmth of your embrace.
It’s a kind of Spiritual Pain,That you cannot do without!
Thus go to regions, yet not met,Where feelings become transparent,So therefore we must not forget,Another name for Poetry,Could very well perhaps, just be,Imagination that is free.
