Poetry, enchantress,
Keeper of all dreams.
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Fooling, fools
Most of humanityI’m sorry to sayIs made up of fools,We are seeing that todayIn the ‘great’ US of A,Manipulated and convincedBy political Pied Pipers,Playing social utopicMelodies,And racial SpidersKnitting plotsOf destructive mobMobilizers,Like mice,The Fools, they followTo their demise,Even if the OceanSeems very far away…
Humans as such
You might assume,That they always need a crutch,Cannot be trusted very much,Need to carefully guard their lunch,Always ready, to kangaroo punchAnd have sawdust,Instead of a brain.
So much in Poetry is Feelings,
But I’d rather express my feelings,Than with indifference be hit
It’s so true,
A whole new Vision,For my tired eyes,And my lonely heart,You have crystallized,A World far beyond this world,Where Lovers roam,You have set the tone,To never want to dieSo I never leave you alone,And then, of happiness, I cry,Hoping to be able,To take you with me,To my personal, Sky,Hoping that Love’s Eternal,Not mortal, like you and I.
The sticks of politics are long,
No wonder Pinocchio’s nose,Is present at every Meeting.
Give me a Paper,
I will try to conquer,The majority of men,To show them the way,The Land where we Pray,For Love and Compassion,Forever to stay!