You and I won’t understand,
What it reflects and what fall upon,
Tacit acts of immunity,
How can you reprimand?

When you can’t see the shadows,
Dirt and policies to tar,
How can you trade and opine,
To a cricket chirp hidden in meadows

A wild puppet on dense stage,
Bound to purpose on servile,
Idea to which the purpose is dull,
Dance to hymns, spilling intrinsic rage

Too high are these Emirates of justice O dear,
Of centric concerns, they stand too firm,
To bite the eye of which that rise,
To silence the sound of which are mare

Maybe I don’t want to know,
If knowing is what kills me inside,
I’d rather wear a mask and dance on hymns,
And when they stand, I’d rather bow…



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