Where are we to go?
Into the Sea?
Where Neptune awaits,
Patiently?
Centuries old,
Persecuted, killed,
Who gives you the right,
To hunt and kill, others,
Those that are Free?
That has been,
Our sad Destiny,
Running, Running,
Breathlessly,
Trying to escape death,
Desperately.
Enough is Enough!
Everyone has a right,
To Live,
Even We!
What is Not!Many try to beLike Salamander,Changing colors,CamouflagingBut, all fools,We are not!And hopefully,Sooner or laterIntelligent by standers,And decent good people,Will undo the evilGordian Knot.
Hear then, read them,Coexist, with them.If a poem is good,It will traverse,Travel right thru,Centuries and Souls.It will achieve,All its universal goalsEach time its read,For it is fedBy the Poet’s Soul,And it will glow,Bringing Love and SatisfactionTo all those who know,Where true human essence lies,The initiated guestsWill love it so!And best of all,This immortal poem,Will be…
And untrustworthy animals,We get along better with our beloved dogsThan we ever will, with each other,Pretty sad, isn’t it, brother?
Poetry deliberates,Has a short debate,With itselfShould It go into PoliticsOr join the CompaniesOf thousands of fake productsAnd Advertise itself,In order to be read and heardTo survive, the Present,So full of unquestionable,Mistakes.
Of amazement, Worded Wonder,To be able to tame thunder,And make love the World’s new rule.
One after another, after another,Time,The same exhilaration,Delirium, ecstasy, rapture,As the heart beats fasterAnd the Pen flies,Dripping imagination,You’re Salvation,The Soul rejoices,In every poetic sensation.
