Slower Than Slow Motion
Still clinging onto the hangover of colonialism
with mental independence weighed to a pathetic size of almost zero.
You are a beautiful woman, yet low esteemed like a barbaric savage.
You are contented with pain because of the availability of opiods.
You constantly shuttle in this nonsense
with the thought you are caressed by time.
Greed and a constant tussle of power and selfishness drag you behind
with foundation-less systems where corruption is the institution.
Civilization seem to marry your ideology by accident
dragging the feet of developments to the point it becomes stranded.
An entire region not in a good shape,
so timid and flawed indicated by its unspoken glances
degraded so low that an ordinary monkey intimidates an elephant
having the substance but lacking the direction
like an affluent clueless man when alive
but dead and buried within his possessions.
Despite the persistent surge of prosperity both from the west and the east
you take a small step in decades with the belief
that such laxity is just a naughty spot.
You may be moving, but much slower than a dying millipede.
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