dinsdag 25 oktober 2011

THE DEBRIS OF BIRTH


Sometimes I think there’s no solution

except total extinction

Not that the Universe would care

No longer is this a world which celebrates creativity

The sense of wonder disintegrated

by the ones born with a dead stare

 

We had our chance and we’ve blown it

The caretakers who only pillaged and devoured it

 

Bricks and mortar

Glass and electrical vines

Steel cages and sedated dreams

It was a dream when we were born

Now enclosed in a tomb we feel torn

 

This world shows less and lesser compassion

for the weak and the meek

If you could go back in time

Would you still want to be born?

 

“Do your shift

Make production

Sleep all day

Sleep all night

Be happy 

Smile

Dial”

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