Life in this place is a weeping child,
Hungry for food in a diamond bowl
Crying to drink from a golden cup,
But the diamond plate is a dry land
And the cup an empty pit
When the child sees the deception
He cries aloud,
With eyes heavy with rounds of tears.
But soon his yellow mucus
Flows gradually to his dry mouth
He draws it in, and licks it with his tongue
Wheeewww!!! disgusting!!!
But yes, but that’s life in this place;
Wheeeew for all, except the few
That puke on all.
Life in this place is a bird
With grown wings
But scared of the sky
Scared of becoming its true self:
It grows older and bolder
But flies closer and closer to the ground
Till it becomes colder and colder
And joins with the soil.
For if you talk
They say keep quiet
If you are quiet
They will say you make noise
If you make noise
They will claim you’re violent
If you’re violent
They call you an enemy of the state.
Life in this place
Is not an illusive word,
Slipping off the palm
At every grasp
Life in this place
Is not confined to a dictionary
With strange vowels and consonant
Describing its ambiguity,
It is that word you need not find
It will find you on the street
In hospitals and on the road
It will find you in schools
Where A is B and H20 is carbon monoxide
It will find you everywhere,
Except in the place where
Ancestors still live among men.
Source: Enigmatic Global Concept