The Rare End

Projecting power in an aggressive way

The devil is not in the details

But more in the attitude

Contemptuous,

Believing to be superior

And in the same time submissive

Maybe the flip side of the coin

A Madman’s Wisdom

As being the madman

In the game

I eventually realised

That the sane were mad

And that my version of reality

Happened to be the true one

Just saying this in the early morning

As the light shines through the window

Even after a disasters

I did see it coming

And told them as a male

Cassiopeia that we should stop

They laughed and down we went

Here we are on the brink

Still here but on the way to the abyss

Give it another try and you will

Find us at the bottom

Looking for food and

Clean, clear water

Empty Talk

Empty promise of a better tomorrow

Made by people of privilege and power

Are worth as much as a grain of sand

They have no stamina, creating

Modern societies greatest sin

The fantasy of equality such a cruel yoke

To carry for the people

Whose burden of paying for the rich

Makes their life a misery

Only the stones will remember their struggle