"gutterhole" poems
If earth is a mother
We are mother *******
I swear it's not an ugly name
It is a name
we have earned after awesome ashamedly acts.
We are not simply satisfied with unclothing earth
We love to drill deep inside her womb
And love to ***** huge minarets of her own meat and bones
On her emptied-self;
Earth is a symbol of our unending desires:
Our need are not in our little stomach
They reside in our devilish mind
We are ******* pampered children
We have learnt to live on her depleting signs.
Ignorance is our times' global religion
Lured easily by biblical stories
Told by our corporate priests
My stomach is a warehouse of fast-food chains
My mind is advertisements' gutterhole
Every night I wait to be slaughtered like a hog;
May be now days we are not born with brains
We are jungles of moving men
With umbilical cords gone.
We are dead suckers
We are mother *******
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 8:36 AM UTC