Wednesday, June 30, 2010
what do people praise, above them all, are usually their own kinds
not Gods nor Goddess, not them with no power nor rights
the puny and poor human, with their common sense upside down
they thought the see the bare things, while eyes are too heavy to open
they insist that they hear the truth, while ears are tight shut
they sure they speak the right things, while throat are covered by filth they speak
what do we know? the truth?
where is the truth? is there any truth out there?
we act like we're smart whereas this brain's only a completer of our body
deny, distrust each other
try to find some eligible things to exchange
then keep what is actually we don't need
we steal from each other, and no
we don't share, we never share
and a last, we disappear under self proud, satisfied