The distress of an elephant is heard and attended to, but that of an ant is brushed aside.

childhood ends not with a celebration
but by the sound of an alarm clock,
with clothes laid out for you
not by your mother on your bed but on the sidewalk
by the governor / engines idling at red lights,
they never change, we never doubt,
we've been dying here for years,
isn't it strange that nobody ever gets out?
we remain in obedient slow pursuit,
we zombies of the morning commute,
we wageheads, we employable undead,
we were people once,
we listened to what the grown-ups said

I don't even know who's to blame for all this,
So I blame God,
A human couldn't have done it, Couldn't have done all this harm...
All this beauty, all this might.

I don't have any idea who's behind all this
So I blame the Devil,
He likes to play some little tricks...
Show the smart out of the black of blue skies under.

With Honour and Regrets
I'll speak this truth that travels Mind,
It travels Heart,
A Soul combined,
A worm eating me alive...

I don't have any clue who's behind all this,
I suspect the Man but then comes the Proud Woman
To make me understand: Life is life, Death is death
And Saviours can be anywhere.

Not just the gravity want me ,not to leave earth
I found you too want me to stay!!

I see another and think i'm better,
tying my ankles with shackle and fetter,
the pride vile not allowing advance,
for fear of someone looking askance

at what i do, perhaps not perfect
enough to feed my self-respect
or rather my need to be correct
in eyes of the world, in extrospect

the chocolate in jar, the biscuit in tin,
i'm not free o' greed, or lustful sin,
constant hankering after the superfluous,
and hidden darkness i daren't discuss

and when i see a person succeeding
who in my eyes is exceeding
the heights i've reached or attained
it's envy to which i'm sorely chained

enveloped in physicality,
the gluttony that is in me,
venality and carnality
forgetting spirituality,

when awakens the righteous spark
wrath is stirred in seeing the dark
in others that me seduces
though mine own, i've plenty excuses

but sloth is my overriding guilt
that puts a stop to anything built
crowning me in crown of thorns
to decorate those devilish horns

to shrive i yearn, to be assoiled,
to rid me finally of the soiled
raiment of my spirit 'n soul,
to fly unhindered to my goal.

You speak to me
As a stranger now
Someone who you don’t know
A person you just met

And I see you differently
A foreign being
You ricochet off my circle
There is zero feeling
when I see your face
But your voice
It still makes me cringe
Hearing it puts me on alert

Recalling—
Condescension that you used
Words like blades in my back
Slicing into my soul

Remembering—
But your capacity to *******
is no longer there

Ironic laughter fills my mind
As I watch you drift by
Like another stranger
Wandering on the street

the warm west wind blows
frost-bitten spring leaves away
white clouds replace grey

But how will I live
life, in my own way
if I keep having
to listen to everything,
you say?