I saw your concrete towers of silence stretch their blind hands to pierce the blue sea of the sky. A scratch of greed on the face of infinity. The touch of your hands that burns my body as you embrace me at a juncture of false affection.
I despise your stomach bulging with the squashed pieces of colourful papers that you stuff so neatly into your leather wallet.
I despise your gigantic tv screen that blinds your eyes and deafens your senses so that you could become a puppet with strings attached to those white gloves of corporate hands. Nod your head as they tell you... tink tonk, tink tonk, tink tonk...
I despise her plastic body that she puts on sale for those blind eyes with saliva rolling down the cheeks since they lost the last tears while repaying credit for those shiny slim galaxy phones held in their numb hands. Fingers dancing on cold plastic screens in a futile attempt to find warmth of a human body that they buried under the layers of plastic bags distributed by the food companies selling food devoid of any spice to cater for the foreign tastes.
I despise your walls and borders dividing my body into mine and theirs, self and other, white and black, black and brown, brown and yellow, yellow and white.
I despise you for selling your priceless dream for a penny so that you could fit into the perfect picture on the cover of a magazine with hundreds of blank pages inside.
Go away I say... Go away from my green dreams of flying high in the sky. I want the sky and not your cement uniforms of perfect greyness which you use to paint the horizon.
Go away... or else one day when your stomach fills up with the air of your pride and lifts you up towards the sky I will pierce it with an arrow of my rage. And I will laugh... And that laughter will kill you.
Go away with your false promises of comfort and progress. My comfort is the bruised face of the soil under my feet and even if I am to remain the last tree in this universe I will remain one... I will be, I will survive, and I will live and one day I will find what you stopped searching for long time back... The mystery of being alive...
You would have gone long time dead by then...
I do not have the capacity to resurrect,and neither does he.
I despise your stomach bulging with the squashed pieces of colourful papers that you stuff so neatly into your leather wallet.
I despise your gigantic tv screen that blinds your eyes and deafens your senses so that you could become a puppet with strings attached to those white gloves of corporate hands. Nod your head as they tell you... tink tonk, tink tonk, tink tonk...
I despise her plastic body that she puts on sale for those blind eyes with saliva rolling down the cheeks since they lost the last tears while repaying credit for those shiny slim galaxy phones held in their numb hands. Fingers dancing on cold plastic screens in a futile attempt to find warmth of a human body that they buried under the layers of plastic bags distributed by the food companies selling food devoid of any spice to cater for the foreign tastes.
I despise your walls and borders dividing my body into mine and theirs, self and other, white and black, black and brown, brown and yellow, yellow and white.
I despise you for selling your priceless dream for a penny so that you could fit into the perfect picture on the cover of a magazine with hundreds of blank pages inside.
Go away I say... Go away from my green dreams of flying high in the sky. I want the sky and not your cement uniforms of perfect greyness which you use to paint the horizon.
Go away... or else one day when your stomach fills up with the air of your pride and lifts you up towards the sky I will pierce it with an arrow of my rage. And I will laugh... And that laughter will kill you.
Go away with your false promises of comfort and progress. My comfort is the bruised face of the soil under my feet and even if I am to remain the last tree in this universe I will remain one... I will be, I will survive, and I will live and one day I will find what you stopped searching for long time back... The mystery of being alive...
You would have gone long time dead by then...
I do not have the capacity to resurrect,and neither does he.
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