Augustus was on his way home beneath the scorching sun when he heard a group of people arguing — loud, hostile, nearly violent.

He already knew what it was about.
Supporters of Julius and supporters of Marcus, locked in yet another pointless clash.

Augustus sighed. He was no ordinary man — he could see what others couldn’t.
He knew Julius and Marcus would never argue like this themselves.
But their followers? They fought as if their gods demanded blood.

Curious, Augustus walked over to hear what the chaos was about.

Cassius: “That pale light in the dark sky — that’s the real sun. Look at those tiny sparkles around it!”

Felix: “Have you lost your mind? Marcus said this—the bright yellow one—is the sun. The other is the moon.”

Cassius: “Ha! Don’t make me laugh. Julius proved the sun is milky white, with dark patches across it. Maybe you should shut your mouth if you don't know anything.”

Lucia: “What are you even saying, Cassius? According to science, the one shining above us right now is the sun. The one you’re talking about is the moon.”

Cassius: “Whose science? Marcus’ science? Julius has his own research too. He said the moon emits light, and the sun just reflects it. So who’s lying now?”

Lucia: “A part of what you said is technically right… but you swapped the names.”

Cassius: “I didn’t swap anything. Marcus did.”

Felix: “Marcus is right. Your Julius is full of lies.”

The argument kept spiraling — logic against loyalty, facts against faith.

Augustus stood still, watching them like a ghost among the living.
Not one of them wanted to understand.
They just wanted to win.

He turned and walked away.
That night, he lay in bed staring at the ceiling, haunted by what he had seen. He was not even sure too - which one's the sun and which one's the moon.

The sun still burned outside.
But no one could agree on what it was anymore.

Heavier than ever,
I lost my strength.
Such a difference— Never!
I wish to go any length.

This is no tale of mass,
For I would carry the world.
It's a burden, that would fail Atlas
Even his grip couldn't hold.

Yet, no tale of mass,
Mass by people.
Feelings, heart all clash
I succumbed to this whirlpool.

Alone, a name I harness,
While I didn't heed
For I never learnt of loneliness,
Until you were all I'd need.
All I'd need.

'writing's like mass -
God gets mad if you don't show up.'

- earnest hemingway

the wild west's still with us
it isn't gone at all
8 shot inside a high school
11 at the mall

Tombstone is no longer
Dodge City, it's now dust
But, the wild west's still with us
Believe me...in disgust

They no longer use revolvers
And have show downs in the streets
They've moved it to the school room
Where children hide beneath their seats

The press are there like vultures
The NRA cries foul
11 dead inside the mosque
But people wail and howl

They've the right to carry guns
You can't take that away
So, when you explain that to their folks
Just what do you say?

The wild west's still with us
It's a fact, that's true
It's not the same as it once was
This wild west is new

Shootings in the workplace
Shootings at the schools
Shooting in the churches
Are there any rules?

Each night the news is showing
A new shooting, it won't stop
The shooter dies a victim
And it's always death by cop

The wild west's still with us
It isn't gone at all
7 dead inside the church
11 at the mall

Man is a wild animal
in a herd, a group
that organizes
to be tamed

but it's not easy
to get the systems right
There are unexpected effects
or oppressive requirements

No one is responsible
Deposing leaders, killing
dictators makes no difference
The people tolerate the successor

Help is needed
From the outside, but
the borders are deadly
to humanity

So I must appreciate little
things, a glance
the clouds, fresh bread once
and dream what is forbidden