Triad of Illusions
I. Illusion of Freedom
In air we fall free, bound
by earth that holds us captive.
We live by cycles -
day, night
cold, hot
rain, sun
love, hate
the seasons.
Gravity humbles us and
freedom is an illusion
II. Illusion of Wisdom
We lie in all honesty for
kernels of truth hurt
our ego.
We deny a God whose
air we breathe
whose image we wear and
spirit we bear
and judge ourselves thinkers.
The universe confounds us;
wisdom is an illusion
III. Illusion of Equality
Race is a front runner. More
subtle poisons wreak havoc.
Colorism and ethnicism
kill more dreams than
color; fight is misguided.
For independence we reap guilt
and blood-stained hands are
the prize of liberty.
For every right won, we do more wrong.
When will understanding come?
Equality is an illusion -
the end that may someday end us.
We take up arms against one another,
we engage in mass killing of each other,
yet we’re of the same parents, Adam and Eve.
We kill one another in cold-blooded murder
because of politics, enmity, rituals, ..., for mere burger,
yet we’re all descendants of the same couple.
We knowingly cheat one another- injustice,
favouritism, ethnicism, racism, prejudice, ...,
yet we’re all siblings, brothers and sisters.
Your evils against me and mine against you
constitute man’s manifest evil against man,
yet man’s man, man’s men and men’re a man.
When then will we drop arms against each other,
and realise the long forgotten brotherhood sense?
Brotherhood, I mean, brotherhood in its true meaning.
When will we be united, not untied, like a broom,
and stop being divided by meaningless lifeless things-
boundaries, skin colours, accents, dressings, ...?
When will men be a single man in thought,
ideology, action, ..., with different parts
but only one mono-compact body?
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