Nothing here, nothing there. What a farce !
And we who are lost in being and becoming

We who cannot sit under a Banyan tree
Nor be crucified as we expect the world's end

It's tiring to cry over the death of God
Let's not bother to visit his grave ever again

"This world is a carcass, it's seekers are dogs"
Then Dog l am, without any shame and deceit

These fools who want to create a new world
They haven't learnt from the mistake of God

Yet still,

I welcome everything with my arms missing
As long as it strikes the world and leaves man stumbling