And depleted uranium
A breed of men
Keep continue writing
Stuffs drivel
Based upon his whims
And titillating love poems.
He is busy
With his own sensuality
And above everything
He puts his libido
As if he wishes to see
It reaches a crescendo before anything.
Life is nothing to him
But a ball, a piece of meat
A machine to enjoy sex
While my son like children are burnt
With drones and napalm bombs
How can I remain a mute
And keep continue to overlook
The devil acts of dehumanisation?
But I secretly carry the dolor in a cartMy heart burns and my mind is torn apart.Depth-less is my griefStill I walk like a king, as if,I am the owner of the sun and the moonLife is to me a mirage, an illusionBetter senses make me the man of renunciation.To cut a joke, to make…
Without knowing these’s usefulnessI do not know their purpose eitherYet they are happyI am happy too looking at themAs if our only purpose is to be joyous and pass the timeTime has its own end so is oursThere is no other end except the inevitable endingSo what the qualm on purposePurpose is a by-product of…
And me three thousandAnd half laterWe were on the same boatGrazing from meadows to meadowsGazing the beautyOf her rivers, hills and valleysUpon being tired as a travelerWe pretended to be a guestTill date you never returnTo the land you belongSo is the caseWith me and my clanBut where do you get the guts fromTo claim…
on the beautiful chest of anocean and you are in a moodon the tactical beach of lifein no time you are forced to facethe ocean of falsehood and thesand of truth, how do you react?would you avoid and run awaylike a coward or react likea man or mimosa or a slug?when the clouds with differentcolours,…
Still they bloomThe hidden valueExplode out at need of mindWithout boom or sound
Towards another grey oneThis is may be their mate timeOr may be the time for electionThe opponent quarrels and fightsAll the lies of the incumbentWho refutes and puts counter allegationsIn the middle crashed and stampeded,The people, common and innocent.,
