It’s wonderful

Is it sadnessIn reality,That pushOur many themes?Looking,For the impossibleDoesn’t even pay,Even if dreamWe may,Because lifeJust doesn’tWork that way.

They swing us high,But leave us indifferent,Never! Not a try.

Dream of things that cannot be,Thinking thoughts of Fantasy.Poets drink a Sacred Wine,Open doors to the divine,Poets suffer and as such,Have of Love, the magic touche.

All Lies and Propaganda,Plus the useless Sermons,From all thoseThat cruelly rule.

But nobody did,And as the World turned,We heard it’s axis groan.

That from some living beings streams,Feeling compassion is not blindness,It’s the human passport, we redeem.