Garbage
We embrace the craze for the garbage
Sacrificing your sometimes fragrant calls
Shifting from paper to paper
Like skyscraper the same garbage
In every news every daily
Spillage of helpless human blood
Lumps of life in lust for lawless illness
Your dance my darling is being punctured
This is a time of black adventure
Garbage hoarded deep down there
Garbage learned and reinforced with care
Releasing through lone wolf and grenades
You offered me many a window
Even in my stuffy room in a slum
You proffered me a few pigeons
To my breast to write poems
To even your gifts I preferred garbage
And now it rules our life and world
Garbage of pent up anger and irritation
The rampaging truck on Bastille Day
Turning the whole landscape macabre
The world is at the mercy of peace robbers
Did we create it by dumping garbage
In Tigris and Euphrates decades ago
The hyper-material world is turning garbage
Candles no more flicker at the daily carnage
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July 17, 2016
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