As for all workers, like I am...
were there the mornings?
watched meandering Aves did I?
couldn't see oranges of evenings
or the long falling shadows of night
For sure there was... a hollow wisdom
the frail but fake looking
suns gleamed surely forever
the preaching occasionally...
became self levitating lessons
There rests a soul in you, dead though
that can only mimic
the momentum of
this corporate jungle
might as well kill
that mockingbird, I
targets would still
be surprised, an art of you
the mask of darned lies
wish would drain in volcanic rain
I say I quit
I quit and say
do what to live
to live to fill
to fill the life
the life of small
and big o all
free to learn
to fly and see
the clouds of joy
and prancing woods
they lay in you
in and out of you.
Nice!
ReplyDeleteyeah yeah...Employers you see, you have seen em' ol
ReplyDeleteYou said what we all wanna say...Lovely poem...Last paragraph sounds more like a song...:)
ReplyDeleteTry singing it!
Ah tanx saru...I actually wrote it lika song to give this poem, myself and readers a little hope that exists after all :)
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