The world we live in
has borders we know.
The neighbour we call—
some bear-hug, some choke.
Elevate your realms;
we are all one,
so we were told.
Platforms were raised
in hangars and ports;
conniving hands, never old.
Most of them—
it isn’t Nirvana,
the light they hold.
The pompous perverts,
in ludicrous lust,
longed for control
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 9:43 PM UTC
The world we live in
has borders we know.
The neighbour we call—
some bear-hug, some choke.
Elevate your realms;
we are all one,
so we were told.
Platforms were raised
in hangars and ports;
conniving hands, never old.
Most of them—
it isn’t Nirvana,
the light they hold.
The pompous perverts,
in ludicrous lust,
longed for control