Of false waters
And force us to drink,
The ignominious slaughters
That man,
In his perfidious machinations,
Thinks.
And in a process
Of brainwashing,
And passive sphinx
Has tried to impose,
Silencing,
All logical links.
Massagers from Hell!
We rebel,
Against the mental chains
That you wish to impose,
On Us,
Rebellious thinkers,
And Seekers of truth
Since the beginning
Of Historic Times.
Trying to hide and justify,
All your abominable Crimes.
To the sky,No matter where I fly,The blue of new, disappears,Or slowly dies,Before, headed towards a moving train,Now, the voyage at the station stops,There is no theater left in me,No dreams, no hopes, no props,Just, giving up.
Crying and frantic,Over a never had kiss.
There are no honest brokers,Singing in the rain,All of them Pigtails and Skunks,Pretending to be political Monks,All without Shame,Always the same,‘No changes, Suckers’All talk and no shame,Always playing the ‘gotcha’ game.
What is.What could have beenAnd what you want,To hide.
To know a person Well,Who you may have thought was Paradise,Was truly Devil’s Hell!
All else isSaid and done,Including Love,That’s probably what,Poetry is all about.Poem’sLife’s treasures,For mind and soul,That Some,Like, those thatSo, need love,Simply cannot doWithout.
