"fetting" poems
When world becomes a mere place where we fear for life every seconds
When life becomes only lump of flesh and bones with no feelings in it
When human become scant creature of no second thought on humanity
Today when massive plots are drawn not to settle disputes
Instead to **** the brotherhood among the two
Today when pitty mishaps are not forgiven for the mean time
Instead taken as a matter of revenge
Where one has started fetting satisfied on others failure
Where one has started seeing happiness in others pain
Where one has started seeing gain in others life
Where one has started feeling contented on others blood
There we see terror and pain all over
Little kids have started to lose their future at an early age
Young girls have started losing their honor as ashame
Old parents have started being all alone with no desire to live
Lives are taken as easy as a cup of tea now
People are burnt as easy as litting a fire on hay
Humans are shot as easy as playing a toy pistol
Morality,Humanity,Honor,Love,Respect henceforth barely survives
Torment of mind and heart seeks some peace now
If you can't be the reason behind their life you can't even take one
Earn some humanity if not have some mercy.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 12:58 AM UTC
Yes methinks,
fetting away in fear
is what we do
forgetting our senses
& I wonder,
does it really matter
if wind exists on Jupiter?
Methinks not,
I do, I don't!
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 1:50 AM UTC
Ascending
Momentums
Faking deaths
Gainst'
Our white **** carpet
I got
From my
Other
Man
-
Voices sided in eroded semblance
Like
Clams or
Oysters ( I never know )
Against poles
Resembling old dead men
Or
Young stoic future men
Depending on one's
Purr - Spective
-
I was
Am or will be
Some body
One day
Though I hear
Yesterday or maybe
Tomorrow after last or before
Is much greener...
A wider taller more expansive hill
I was will be am
Playful (Did Shakespeare / Like / Milkshakes?)
Though my neighbors
And
Associates called me/myself
Old & tired
-
Fetting since
Till i Heard
Attention
From said
Master
Attention
From said Mother
Attention
Attention
Said Boss Boss
And from
Said
Father,
Who you at
I mean Who are you
Who thinks they can be
Whatever they
Want to be, when they want
TO be.
Subjective importance
Cast by of empathetic programming
Why does one look stupid
When they
Try to connect
We are animals:
Naked, edged, and always eyeing
The bush
Which the other
Will have
Until it's
The
Last one
On Earth.
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 1:31 AM UTC