Some People
are in a deep sleep
saying this
is fake. It’s not up to me
to wake them.

Some people
won't face the road ahead. They
can't pace themselves. They
stand still. It’s not up to me
to move them.

Some people
can not see from their
past. You can't reach
them. It’s not up to me
to teach them.

When I was young grandma said
walk as if you have a book on your head
that way you will foster
good posture
with every step you tread.

Where was your sense of compunction
as you held your stony faced head high?
What kind of messed up malfunction
gave you the right to let that man die?

I hope that I'll be in this position
Or maybe there will be another addition...
In our lives, in coalition
Under any condition...a life of love....

Taking the last breath,
One hand in a pocket,
Ego written on the face,
I can't  breathe unheard.
31/5/2020