The treasure reeks of a thousand stories Of men deprived Of children unfed Of men unenlightened Of men kept in bondage The resonance of a million cries That we choose not to hear And construct stories Of benevolent kings and their sacrifices The wonder of it
They see, they interpret and are never free of the gaze. They live their gaze. Their genetic lens see, interpret and chronicle A mass, whose history they had trampled upon, Whose land they had stained with blood. They fail to see the history of their own gaze They are the victims of their own gaze.
A drop of ink once thought: I won’t stain this sheet of paper. A poem died before it was born, And the poet became a grain of sand, And the world became a desert. A drop of ink once thought: I shall spread myself on this sheet of paper It did not become stains [...]
Silly To think “Keep it simple, silly” Why worry, just buy “Keep it simple, silly” Let’s just erase all identities Make your DNA the most pliable thing on earth Let the corporate creatures code your DNA It’s safer “Keep it simple, silly” Submit yourselves to the black-hole for an orgasmic buying experience “Keep it simple, [...]
