This World
The world subjects us to terror,
the world transforms our existence ...
It erases our ability to love:
the flowers, the people, the poetry ...
It makes us love consumption.
The world mixes everything ...
Emotions, feelings,
love, fear,
happiness,
joy ... everything is like
if it were merchandise.
So we think normal
all...!
Stratification rules us
we are ordered:
kings,
queens,
vassals,
employees,
bosses ...
The orientation of the world,
put us in disarray ...
The compass of the world,
disorient,
the maps are incomplete,
everything is prepared for chaos!
Policy mixes
with poetry ... economy
with art ...
Complete madness.
The world preaches us
nouns,
adjectives,
nicknames, prices ...
They label us:
white,
black,
yellow,
browns ...
They tell us:
bad,
good,
normal.
Tell us what we should be
or say ...
They make us bran,
dust, desert sand ...
We are everything for commerce,
nothing for humanity ...
We are everything for war,
banner,
flag,
password,
number...
Living like that, revolt ...
Anger is our weapon
against the domain ...
Anger is a vortex of poetry ...
Poetry can still save
this world... !
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2020
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