The wilderness tightens, so does it feel
              As our surroundings
                              become more and more alien
    Before you know it,
           you’ve turned into a fragile homunculus
                 But is this little creature in a jar,
             In many ways
        not just an allegory of the western man,
  Never truly having felt, living inside a matrix
So alien from the real world, real struggle,
Only self-pity, broken dreams and jealousy,
   This curse eats away the soul, does it not?
The people of the grave,
   desperate for a second of attention,
All for sale, is this not
      what makes real organising impossible?
“Knowledge must be paired with deeds”
So says Al-Ghazali, “Young man, if knowledge alone was sufficient for you and you did not need work besides, then his summons?”
When will we wake up to reality,
Finally grasp that a real world awaits,
A world where we have a voice
Where we too will feel human,
So we can start treating others as such…
Finally!