U were different.
Ur existence was meaningless to u, yet u had an identity.
Ur friends missed u in ur absence.
Yes u even had friends.
Friends who cared for u, despite ur meaningless existence.
U laughed with heart, u cried in sorrow, U even capered in circles singing songs.
Yes u had a heart, just like those children still have one.
Yes, sorrow affected u, & extracted tears.
Believe me, u could sing.
Not only your words but even your voice was much sweeter.
Look at u now.
Ur carnal stinks greed, your eyes speak of the vacuum inside u.
Lies are all u manage to verbalize with this fat mouth.
U maintain an ego far beyond your dignity.
U have become a self sustaining mean machine
U believe , your existence has found meaning.
U want, exactly what those opulent swines want u to want.
U left the calm of your village to keep their Sodom at bay.
U laugh just like them, with your lips.
They made a man out of u, u no more shed tears,
They‘ve taught u to cry with eyes.
They’ve taught u to talk with meaning, & call it being rational.
Forget singing, it never satiated any lust.
They’ve nurtured ur talents & they welcome u to the whorehouse.
They enjoy the comfort of the absence of your identity.
They gave ur existence a meaning, only to rob u of ur identity.
U are a blend of them, just like they are, a blend of many like u.
U are rusted and weathered , barely holding together.
Avarice is u, deceit is ur deliverance, material are your desires.
U too have become like them, a puppet
Playing ur anonymous part in this huge play.
Go on please ur master (I doubt, u even know him).
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2 comments:
ur adept use of the free is remarkable...d dark sided writing easily holds the attention of the reader...kudos
congrats u hav taken ur poetry to another level........forget the execution......even thinking on these lines requires creativity!!!
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