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CC Oct 2017
Who cares if we are lost?
The translation is a sign
The train of thought was thin
Who cares what words are said?
We packed light
Enter forests cradled in the mountain range
Keep your childish laughter
Leave your drunken meal
Drank river into waterfall
I have nowhere, no war
How to exit?
*****
How to enter?
Clean
Land has lost
Sign out the hive
Retired
Bees are so alive
Wire traps the treason
Factory line sublime
I am a social creature
Frequenting the mall
Travel is my heaven
The lights up in the sky
Driven by a dream
Something I can find
Elsewhere and else who
Mane Omsy Sep 2017
If I strike their respect, they’ll roar
Burn houses, public properties
All of them demolish the streets
It’s me who must control
Respect their symbols, let them live
In peace

Recollect the past, can you describe
Every incidents of war and massacres
It ain’t safe to be majority nor minority
When they can stand for betterment
We all could live in serenity

Several options, they selected the wrong
Blew words at religions for war
For their arms to be sold
For them, it’s business
For human beings, it’s violence

How do you describe
Showering bullets at children
Bombs on towns, labeling terrorism
Never forget, they are the terror
the poem itself speaks the truth.
monetary means conquered*
all
lots of dollars were the power
ball
dominance bought by wads
galore
how they pleasured in the
store

suit cases of currency given
for treatment ever preferential
which ensured they'd be viewed
with more favourable credential

the complexion of a situation
can
change
when there's bucks proffered
in
exchange

business was done
this
selective
way
and it always carried
the
mega rating's
  *day
Dharker Jun 2017
Nosy
Quiet
Seeker
Looking
For
Anything
You
Got
To
Tell
aurora kastanias May 2017
It once belonged to imagination
Science-fiction novels
Apocalyptic movies
Scary jokes,
Our worst nightmares.

It once was free for all,
No one being could claim
Property over the volatile
Substance.
No one being would dare,
Fearing the rise of horror
And rage.

New businesses for lingering
Problems.
Failure to succeed in taking care
Naturally resolves
In stakeholder’s revenue.
Air in a bottle.

Vitality from Canadian Rockies
160 breaths for 24 dollars.
Canned air to be taken
Tongue-in-cheek.

Aethaer from British countryside
103 dollars a jar.
“Environmental-political artwork”
Giving birth to absurdity.
Notions of “air farming”.

Companies cashing in
On pollution selling
Trendy fashionable designer
Pollution masks,
From 33 to 100 dollars
A piece.

Little or no benefits
On health for desperate
Populations, willing to pay
The price set on air,
To compensate.

Thick smog from factories
Invisible poisons from vehicle exhausts
Seven million people dying
From breathing
Smoke, gases and soot
Pumped into the atmosphere.
For profit.
“Our air is simply an experience that many within China and India will not get to experience,” Vitality Chief executive Moses Lam
As he'd flip his hat
his ties have shone
though quaint in fact
just belied and bade
his call of freedom yet
his mapping afield where
he'd belay topography
and his harmony too
with hint of something new
even enticed quite averse
that hastened to implore
he cherished that linen
more refined in his attire
as he must wear it again.
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