Wednesday, 15 February 2012

Were the gazelles still by the forest
The nightingale still singing under the moon
Were wise men to be found in Mosques
Were the tombs of the Pirs covered in flowers
I would know exactly where to go.
Idiots have risen like carrion to the top of the heap
Fear -what a commodity they've invented
Monkeys in uniforms carry arms
Crops dusted with poisons so evil
How come the world has become so silent
Arise from this collective coma
Scream, fight, overturn, gamble
Play Jimi Hendrix at full blast
Become subversive in all your doings
Practice that which your parents warned you would lead to madness
We might meet sooner than you think.

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