Satisfaction !?

Satisfaction !? long poem

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A carrot, you’re nibbling, yes the carrot they give
a radish painted red, but not very deep
deceiving ourselves we’re enduring the taste.
Lets pursue the real before it extincts.

This is the life, live it man.
This is the price, give it man.

All around, surrounded by some fools
making the boundaries, making the rules.
Deceiving us all the time, hiding the truth.

Look at those fools, dividing the lands.
Dividing the mountains, dividing the plains.
They are about to divide the sunset.
Even the sunshine and the rivers’ land.
Discriminating the working hands.
See where they dumped us, my friends?

In the name of ease, the division they did.
In the name of peace, what did they give?
Not more than wars and not less than guilt.
Standing on pulpit, they misjudge our deeds.

And look at those fools including me.
Illusions, we know and we say we’re free!
With guns behind, consoling for peace.
And hollow knowledge is all we receive.

Oh Man!
Where do I find my Earth just to stand upon and hear nature’s call.
Don’t make me curse my birth for the division and what is already false.

This is the world, see it man.
This is the way, be it man.

All around, surrounded by some fools
making the boundaries, making the rules.
Deceiving us all the time, hiding the truth.

Look at those fools,think hunger they hold
Even mis-reckoned, the death they control.
More deaths and hunger and with love so cold.
Pursuing the money, the mankind they sold.
With nature they fight and bestow us console.
The true old I’d endure but why the new world?

In the name of ease, the division they did.
In the name of peace, what did they give?
Not more than wars and not less than guilt.
Standing on pulpit, they misjudge our deeds.

And look at those fools including me.
Illusions, we know and we say we’re free!
With guns behind, consoling for peace.
And hollow knowledge is all we receive.

Oh Man!
Where do I find my Earth just to stand upon and hear the nature’s call.
Don’t make me curse my birth for the division and what is already false.

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'Let me write the instance confronting the death and I shall be the happiest man leaving', that's how I feel about writing.And about the Poetry; " His poetry, like your floating clouds of feeling, are but the blue drops of raining thought. To heal those pains of convention and fear; Nothing but the truth and nature to share."
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