A decade has passed
since the second cold war began
the spider still weaves malignancy
in a vial of frozen time
and this is a strange place
where strange things happen
The symphony of stagnant winds
bear a morbid fragrance daily
you feel the lullaby flow in your veins
and call yourself ‘learned’
Vampire in your breath
you steal the curse of life
from a wriggling foetus
and you let a vamp swear
your burden of virginity
The dusk is en-lightened
with the odour of morphine vapours
and the dagger is a museum
of cold crusades or fractured altars
The shadow of the paranoid
haunts your blood
like an endless epidemic
and you sell your knowledge
with yourself for soft drachmas
tell me,
do you still call yourself ‘learned’?
Slay the guitar
Kill the poet
Burn the peace
with your cyber avalanche
This is a strange place
where sick women compose pop songs
and you teach a toddler
to play with toy bullets
The river swells with guilty eddies
to sink the cries of silence
This is a strange time
and I am in a strange place
where strange things happen
I want to un-learn the ethics
I was taught by honest men
Yet you may find your coffin someday
in a lifeless universe
and wonder when you passed away!
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