In a world of war and panic
Everything is dreadful and tragic
Nothing anymore logic
All human rights suddenly vanish
As if by magic
Our bodies grow gigantic
Yet brain smallest
Our status pathetic
With worry, anger, grief
We become cynic, frantic…
Illiteracy, poverty and abuse are chronic
Poor and needy- next to nothing
But rich in vain rhetoric
That makes us more and more fanatic
Hinder our fall the most drastic
Dance over our dead values and basics
Deaf, blind and platonic
Following the steps of the Other-
The Follow Suit, the Protagonist-
In the rhythm the most mesmeric
Tend in vain to be pragmatic
Liberalist and democratic
As usual, we’ve achieved nothing
In the midst and in the miss
We’ve lost our identical characteristics
Fall follows fall to the full
Filling the void with the voidest
Covering the miseries by the luxuries
Junks in golden suits and robes
In the top Fashion and branded cloths
Satiate their insatiable monster
Of sadomasochism. What a shame! Look!
Suits and ropes with hearts and souls nope
Listen! Their hollow echo yells “succor”
Beyond our world of wolves hidden
Kingdom of woke satanic beings in moving
Drink life’s joys until sottish
Until crying blood of fears
And terrorism and terrors. Their best bet is
The worst comes to the worst scenario
Blacken the green with the red
Under the guise of a hero
Edits our map with a genocidal pen
Makes our existence next to zero.
@Socalledpoetry of Biba
(2015)
So-called Poetry of Biba 