bjpafa Almeida - Apathetic Ablution

Depths are invoked from above.
Chronology of insanity at stake
On how such society developed
In addition, who is to undertake for.

Work as a temple, money as a rite.
How anyone can find it all right
Principles fill speeches here and there,
Concretization involves alienation,
So rule orienteer’s, lost in legislation
Are incapable to descend upon population
Without some kind of manipulation.

Humans grow and some are healthy
Countless adapt and others do not
It is an effort to tittup
Refused by some dissilients.
Treated as dangerous violent,
There is poison and tea inside the cup.
Slaughters occurred, most are stealthy.

Oh, why do I insist in hiding in the mist?
why they admonish us to hide our rightful fist?


To whom would I be truthful about things?
If we admit the stage as set and done,
Knowing tomorrow as a different play,
A theater, you would not endure to stay.
Maybe good people are running widdershins
Probably we are not accountable for sins,
Probably we are just men on the verge of history.

bjpafa Almeida

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