Fizzle off

A heavy heart, a tender mind
a ruthless world to face
Each day departs
in dull demise
in silent sobs that bleed and dry out
until they’re ‘cised again.
Helpless eyes gaze heartless men
and drooping heads don’t fight a war
For half the puissance’s inner grit
and half the grit is hope.
The mute sun pleads for justice fair
and burns in waves of fire.
Ugly heads with garlands dress
and beauty rots in mire.

The storm cannot last forever
neither can clear skies
The bites of frost do stay for life
unhealed by brief summers.
Such chronic tribulations are bred
by decisive mistakes.
You burn your own fingers
to lead you out of the maze
to reach the cross earlier than competitors
to gather more treasures on your way.
If each pebble and jewel collected
and nursed in childish care;
Each unmet promise and distant lake
which thrums your heart with overdependance
through the drought of sandy dunes
is lost in the callous wind,
shan’t you feel doors closed on your face
making you crumble down,
sterile to breed new hope?

Today the world is more hobbesian
than Hobbes could ever think
How funny and how sad that men
burn in a sea of flames
Yet thinking the shore to be hotter
Go deeper in the waves

Let them go.
Humanity is foolishly independent
to steer its way to hell
Liberty is a joke
Equality as a word is misused
to cook an injustice
which fades inequality a hundred shades lighter.
Let it happen.
Let the world sink into self-destruction.
Let climate-change drown all continents.
Let appeasement make most clans extinct.
Let neglect and rattraps make talent
and morality evolve into a lower species.
And then let’s improve the chimps.
Lets reck and hew our civilisation.
Lets make peace bloodier than war
Smiles crueler than frowns
Freedom more clutched than bondage
News more vicious than ignorance
And life more futile than death.
Lets kill each other
put spanners in the wheels of our teammates
and then compete with other teams
just to display our fake single-handedness.
Lets create a diseased society
Lets spread contagion
So that everyone is suspicious of everyone else
And the poor happily feed on crumbs for meals
And tents for houses
And water for milk
thus becoming parties to the crime.
Let it stay, let it fall.
The tiger’s jaws seem mesmerising
until they prick your throat, and when they do so,
cry till your lungs are dry
and call for help
to a commune of enemies,
until you’re lost in haze.