To This World Of Dying Humanity
Strippers, Dancers and Hookers,
Crying,
While awake or asleep;
Money, Money and Money…
Professors, Doctors and Philosophers,
Whispering,
In the ears of their confused minds;
Money, Money and Money…
Priests, Pandits and Sheikhs,
Praying,
In the abodes of their delusional holiness;
Money, Money and Money…
Artists, Poets and Thinkers,
Talking,
To an imagery of their animated desires;
Money, Money and Money…
Revolutionists, Extremists and Politicians,
Shouting,
In the minds of the naive adolescence;
Money, Money and Money… Listen to me;
My brothers and sisters,
For I would not speak again.
I,
Who is one like you;
Is no different,
From your own flesh and blood.
Which runs through your veins,
And which you don’t even mind to eat;
When ravenous.
Lend me your ears;
My brothers and sisters,
For I would not speak again.
Do not misjudge me,
And do not deny me;
As I am one of you.
This world is a false metaphor;
Created millions of years back,
With the darkness of Light.
An examination venue,
Designed like a ball room;
Where men and women,
Come; make pairs, dance and leave.
But before leaving;
They are acknowledged with a testimony,
Of their orgasmic love;
In the form of the angelic divinity.