In this world where you and I live
A place where one takes first then to give
Here where women and men are almost equal
But the role extends and so comes the sequel
Some reserved countries despise such rights
When they are well aware of regional fights
Third world countries seem to be rising
It starts first with food and accessory pricing
Drugs and violence has touched the heights
Most youngsters struggle in such plight
The focus of righteousness on needy
Have fallen into the hands of greedy
The poor gets poorer and rich gets richer
In the mask of a dark slave images a preacher
Angels of dark walk hand in hand to pull us down
Their population is immense throughout the city and this town
Everyone is so consumed with their work
That hardly one gets time to sit and talk
An addiction of complaining and blaming
There is loss in faith but no effort of gaining
Men have grown into ***** beasts
While their hunger satisfaction feeds on feasts
Here I am thinking of the many lives on this planet
Only the supreme beings survive
While the rest deplete struggling to thrive
This earth's natural beauty has been altered
And artificial makeups set to unify the sheltered
Natures creatures greet with signs
Hence, drawn our own boundaries and lines...


©sim

...

Set   Fire   to   the   beach!

T h e  c r u e l  s u n  c r i e d.

While the edge of the earth

licked it's rays with the tide

his skin like a paper; it peels and curls and cracks
the heat like a vapor; it seals and swirls and traps
                     i t s e l f    i n s i d e    h i s    c e l l s                          
                                     ­    

   a virus encircles above                    
                
                                               ­       just a seaside paloma        

                 i m p r e g n a t i n g  skin                                              
          ­                                  
                              ­                      with malignant melanoma        
                                  

his doctor like a butcher; with hands he chops and stains
his pain like a structure; it stands and burns and caves
i n      o n      i t s e l f

Set   fire   to   his   cells!

The   cruel   chemo   cried

while the wicked bag of morphine

dripped drops at his side


...

What could be less harmful to me
Than the humble bumble of the bumbling bee?

Today I saw a bumblebee but he had lost his bumble, it lay upon the concrete path
      And I instead was humbled.