The All Fake Life
everything is made up with fake
since the things you see all are fakes
it’s pitiful, but i myself even seem to be a fake one
if i, wandering around in a maze, is not i
then my mother who gave birth to and raised me,
also is a fake.
it can’t be possible.
it’s illogical.
this chaotic world totally confuses me
mother is the only hope we have in this “all fake” world,
the only truth that we have on this earth.
it’s unthinkable considering mother’s fake,
it’s an insult to mother the most precious name of all
there must be a good reason i must have
to come to this ridiculous thought—mother also is a fake,
because of the smile of ones who make money
exploiting others’ agony and sufferings shining in the sunlight
those fake ones, all boozed up under the moonlight,
castrate a pig skillfully manipulating a knife
that gleams in the stale air under pale moonlight
and the fake ones live solely for their own merit
stroll their way wearing a sash with a beautiful phrase
‘love thy neighbor’
since no one can exist without others
or there are no others without me, the fake ones
may be telling the truth;
the fake ones, what’s so important about saving face?
why don’t you live as you are…
oh, what a ridiculous world we live in
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Su Ben | Year Posted 2015
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