Basit Lateef Poet ABC

Civilisation of the Highest Disorder

A god's dream is existence
In the hearts of these amnesic men 
Most are insomniacs.
Lackadaisical,
whose survival
would always be undermined.
Then we colonize
Make them walk on their feet.
Blinded by their ego,
we neo-colonize
And I think, they still need to be recolonized
Gust of wind in them when luxury comes
Like an electrical surge, 
they bring looted fortunes to us
Oh, a sudden rush

All, all, all of it
What surfeit! Clouded race
If you are white ,
 you must be a supreme being
I am white
      " formalised
      " civilised
      " plagiarized
      " pride
      " overestimated
      " ..proud
What has Elysium got?
Good tidings?
Air food ?
Free jets ?
Sky cars?
Invisible structures?
 We are making them
 Trust me 
 We are making them !
Just as we made a car / a fish
Just as we made networking  /a storm
Just as we made power / heat
Just as we made robots / men

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