Dear Mr Lord
I thought I’d keep you posted
I’m not Christian
And, love couldn’t sort things out
What’s worse that it seems to me
No one really cares if it can
For your information

You make me look like a fool
Not cool. Uh-uh! Not cool

A while now world’s been an open cage
What can one possibly do but  criticize
The fury I’m feeling along with the rage
There’s no stanza that’ll ever epitomize

Because we cannot be decent
Most our problems stay recent

Breathing in vain
Living more humane
They ain’t the same

Man without bother
An incomplete brother

Where exactly
Do you look
To see yourself

I wish tales were real
Or we were a ferry tale

Folks on payroll
Lay down tools
Thereby control
Elite class rules

Whichever direction you look from
From the prow or from the stern
I was fighting for us, not you crumb
Hence-forwards, it’s only your turn

When humankind is the subject
Slow is fast and fast is slow
Chew the cud before you object
You too will see this ironic flow

Up until they reach your *****
Strech your ***** toward your backs
Then, on behalf of the masses
Kindly go **** yourselves

You sure don’t want no genocide
Neither holocaust nor terror. None
You, on the other hand, can’t decide
If that includes Gaza and Lebanon

Wise enough to keep their hive
For years multiplied by millions
Dinosaurs managed to survive
Without any troubles. Brilliant!

Via technological, industrial
And as well idiotic nose-dive
In several hundred millennials
We hit the finish line of our drive

Ethnicity and religion are together
Still good causes to **** one another

When you feed your mind
Through eyes, ears and so on
You’re setting its new limits
Whether of service or illicit

You folks keep talking about love
While I keep seeing the lack of it
Don’t y’all see in witness thereof
Souls hurt souls for the heck of it

Socrates, Plato and Aristotle
Paving the way at full throttle
Have started a fire to beckon
For the good of mankind, I reckon

Although the fire is still burning
Most nations are literally freezing
It may as well be partly their fault
Yet, mostly unending colonist assaults

When I’m writing poems
I hastily think I got-’em
The deadliest mistake
That I witlessly make

People, spend their time
Like it ain’t worth a dime
Are not aware of the self
Let alone their other half

Soul is only soul
If mind is not foul
Mind is only mind
If soul is not blind

Unless it gets you free time
Why **** the self for the dime

You all are liars!
Admit it already
So we can all go home
Some of you will lie unintentionally
But, some of you are barefaced liars
Some of you won’t even remember the reason
Down with this ordeal!
Yes, you all are liars!
There, I said it again
This time for the record
Some of you will lie for money
Some of you will lie for chair
Some of you will lie for social approval
Some of you will lie out of obedience
Some of you will lie for love
Some of you will lie to betray
Some of you will lie for a tender bid
Or talk soldiers into dying during the day
Some of you are natural born ***-kissers anyways
Some of you will lie in the name of religion
And some of you will lie as a matter of course
Like all politicians, most lawyers
Or some doctors for instance
The most innocent of you will lie to the self
In the end, you all are liars!
Unless you have a problem with that
Admit it already. Come on!
I just want to go home
I’ll have some pasta, I’m hungry
Maybe a couple of beers too
And then get some sleep

Off the record, marriage
Is a dragging carriage
That takes you nowhere
Other than grim despair

We’ve been so good
YOU AND I
Then we’ve met

Either social media or mainstream
Will soon control even your dream

They don’t need your loyalty honey
Only body, spirit, time and money

(In Loving Memory Of Laura Branigan)