We, people, are riding
a floating rock,
going round and round,
like the time itself,
breathing all the
clean ear we can,
glugging all the water
we can,
shitting all over the
place…
cutting trees,
wielding weapons,
grabbing knives to
stab each other…
we, people, are
wandering along dim alleys,
from womb to tomb
hands into fist
war, that’s what we
love,
that’s the god we bow
to…
we, people, passing
aloof the beauty of nature
the silkiness of the
rain on our bare faces,
the sweetness in the
fog at dawn
what really matters,
what will really
prevail
kindness…
but one day,
we, people, are
travelling for free on a piece of rock
that twirls
automatically
by some sort of
invisible mechanism
installed eons before
our first steps were engraved in mud,
one day, we will cease
fire,
we will rejoice at a
sunset
will see our flesh and
bone being scattered like ash
no more pain,
no more uncertainties…
no countries,
no borders,
no differences,
just grains of sand
piled together
building new shores
for birds to rest…
we, people, bottled in
our own tiny minds,
artificial like
snowflakes inside a crystal ball,
heading to oblivion,
death has licked all
our foreheads,
we belong to thy,
sooner or later,
we’ll face the same
destiny,
she’ll knock our door
with the same hand,
and the poor, the
rich, the noble, the impious,
the believer, the
atheist
the straight and the
gay
the black, the white,
the young, the old…all
will be nothing,
just a faint memory
just a scribble on the
book of time,
so, release your fingers
from fists of hostility
and hug,
love each other
bless each other…
we, people, are just
seeds on fertile soil,
decide whether you’ll
bloom with joy
or you’ll rot.
