And she lost her appetite For books, They failed her the world they had Promised in their Nonfictional narratives: the theory Of Politics, the magnanimity of History, the golden outlines of Economics she felt so proud to Have touched on her fingertips; In times gone by, She could see they pivoted. She had no use for Empty things anymore; Casual walks, casual readingย ย Casual coffee, casual *** That the world glorified and lied; Her rigid mind used profanity Against whatever was termed Casual! Casual was disturbing, blinding, addicting, Accountable for everything that Became usual, by the book! She used to devour books once-- Word by word, space by space, Page after page, Chewing softly on the paper Breaking down to its last molecule, Until she could taste the wood pulp In her mouth; She savoured the taste of the dead Trees on her tongue And it edged sharper, her mind Wiser, she bustier! But the butchers caught her Poetry in their poultry of unreal Policies in no time, they farmed Her brains and she bled profusely! And the world watched and shrugged Casually! She sold her soul that smelled like Papier-mรขchรฉ and the butchers Could see its potential in the gleam Of their Knives of the dark; She burnt her books to make some Light and saw Through her burning flesh, Other meats appeared to take her place..
the world as we knew had changed drastically around us, wise minds are sell-outs and bought by leaders of every nation. Books do not uphold the ideals they had shown us, we fell into a series of disappointments.