Tools in a politic word…fools in the public world.
To different to make a fuss…to much alike the worst in us.
Poke and pushed by paragraphs…what you shall become is a must.
Caught up in the limbo between who you are and what others want.
In your need there is no intrest to call…in who you are nothing at all.
Forgotten or simply just ignored here…condemed before you even got away from there.
Seeking shelter from the rain of debree…seeking a life were you can be.
Beyond any horizon there burns a fire comsuming life in so different ways.
Rainbows and golden skies not made by any of God’s seed.
Exploriation and stigmatation in the name of your need.
The endless line of life made some with an endless greed.
The few holding the torch don’t care of anything but their own need.
Above all kind of skies…above all the hungry eyes they still tell their lies.
There is one agenda to feed…the agenda to make everybody to feed their need.
No room for you being you…only room for you to fill up by to do.
We create to feed the few…create a society deprived of love that they will eventually blew.
Tools breed to this world…fools made by all their words.
Too foolish far to be alike us…too different for you to make anyone blush.
What you become is such a fuss…poke and pushed into the never ending crunch.
Caught up in between what life is and what it’s all about without any need.
Rainbows and golden skies not made by any of God’s seed.
Exploriation and stigmatation in the name of your need.
The endless line of life made some with an endless greed.
The few holding the torch and don’t care of anything but their own need.
A profound, contemplative, hard-hitting literary work.
Addressing society’s contemporary concerns and issues is ever the hallmark of a true Poet.The author delivers in abundance, with his inimitable poetic aplomb, a robust and challenging jeremiad.
A brillent satirical piece exposing decay in society