Read at Radio Univers, UG.
And why the rich remain rich
and the poor poor
is no mystery
For there is no shrouded risk
beyond the poor’s reach
that the rich may leave ajar their door
that destitutes may dwell
to feast together in one bowl
But they rather feast in the poor’s blood
and leave the poor smiling with death in the casket
they kill their veiled hope
and they still have no sanctuary
than their own friend-enemy
who think them
as a chest piece
of no imagination, intelligence, belief
the rich indeed.
If and when we would decide to read poetry or a piece of discerning article a day, our world is, then headed for a change. No magic potion whatsoever: if there were, politicians would have used it a long time ago. Our mind is all that we have; the only exception to tricks of all corners and angles. Enjoy the luxury and peace of poetry...
