Stand in your ashes,
preach so "pure" with
ever blood-soaked kale,
claiming moral high.
Was never up to thee,
your leaflet audacity—
save the cows, starve the kids?
All true loads, hypocrisy.
......
For whom are dreams designed?
For what are life’s successes sculpted?
Not for minds who empty like
sordid shower streams dripping down the drain
at moment’s notice,
neither for bodies
so broad their significance is infinitesimal,
nor for skin burned
by the fiery stares of ice blue eyes.
Not for anyone like me.
......
Stand in your ashes,
preach so "pure" with
ever blood-soaked kale,
claiming moral high.
Was never up to thee,
your leaflet audacity—
save the cows, starve the kids?
All true loads, hypocrisy.
......
For whom are dreams designed?
For what are life’s successes sculpted?
Not for minds who empty like
sordid shower streams dripping down the drain
at moment’s notice,
neither for bodies
so broad their significance is infinitesimal,
nor for skin burned
by the fiery stares of ice blue eyes.
Not for anyone like me.
......