Don't you guys feel that we spend too much time on our routine problems, that we have become a slave of the same?
The routine, a necessary tool for all modern civilizations... Have we become a slave of this tool so much that we can't see past it? That
Dejected in our spirits
Frightened in our need for change
Who can understand wonderment?
When eyes glued to the sky, are the eyes of a deranged man
Who among us can define?
Concrete differences between members of humankind
Who among us can conceive?
The loathing is insignificant, like our planet's existence
Fear has taken over our brains
White shadows have blinded our darker counterparts
And arrogance and twists in mind and soul
Tourniquets to the flow of humility from our hearts
Under the bus, thrown all our morals
Over the mountains, our ego reaches
Self-indulgence, the motto of life
A lesson in truth, a liar preaches
Phony empathy, uncaring, unloving
Unable to see things from a reference frame
Where we are not running the show
Where humans are not the leading race
We throw all contemplation to dirt
Our acts all soothing our power-lust
We long to rule a speck of dust
Wasting our lives in a pool of blood
Fighting for rights and privileges, we distribute
Allotting importance to voice, not words
Place of origin, our main issue
Explorers turned slaves, like stones from birds
We find ways to deceive ourselves
To categorize our species, in infinite subsets
But when it comes down to love and peace
Our imaginary friends are worth more than real corpses
Satisfied in the cosmic boondocks
Compelled to ignore our own fallacies
Reach out to passion, to peace and beauty
While wishing ill on others, our primitive hypocrisy
Our infinitesimal presence, cast on the cosmos
Is already on the brink of fading away
Like an insignificant boat on the Pacific Ocean
Doomed to drown, with no search party looking out
Perhaps the isolation down here, is marring our conscience
Fear of losing control of reason, enough to dismiss science
We may be on this pale blue dot for less than a blink of the cosmos
Reigns of this discarded toy, however, must always be in our possession
Contempt and greed and jealous living, we're a fighting crew in a sinking ship
Only love, humility, kindness and peace can, defeat our egotistical existence
Just a group of atoms, we are, atoms floating in space
Orphaned by our cosmic parents, unworthy of a celestial stick
Hunters gather in parliaments
Deciding the course of life of their preys
Looking down upon the nomadic ways
Celebrating their brutality in prehistoric ways..
When I look around I still see cavemen
Poetry by Jalaj Soni
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Written on 2017-01-31 at 19:22
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The routine, a necessary tool for all modern civilizations... Have we become a slave of this tool so much that we can't see past it? That
When I look around, I still see cavemen
When I look around, I still see cave menDejected in our spirits
Frightened in our need for change
Who can understand wonderment?
When eyes glued to the sky, are the eyes of a deranged man
Who among us can define?
Concrete differences between members of humankind
Who among us can conceive?
The loathing is insignificant, like our planet's existence
Fear has taken over our brains
White shadows have blinded our darker counterparts
And arrogance and twists in mind and soul
Tourniquets to the flow of humility from our hearts
Under the bus, thrown all our morals
Over the mountains, our ego reaches
Self-indulgence, the motto of life
A lesson in truth, a liar preaches
Phony empathy, uncaring, unloving
Unable to see things from a reference frame
Where we are not running the show
Where humans are not the leading race
We throw all contemplation to dirt
Our acts all soothing our power-lust
We long to rule a speck of dust
Wasting our lives in a pool of blood
Fighting for rights and privileges, we distribute
Allotting importance to voice, not words
Place of origin, our main issue
Explorers turned slaves, like stones from birds
We find ways to deceive ourselves
To categorize our species, in infinite subsets
But when it comes down to love and peace
Our imaginary friends are worth more than real corpses
Satisfied in the cosmic boondocks
Compelled to ignore our own fallacies
Reach out to passion, to peace and beauty
While wishing ill on others, our primitive hypocrisy
Our infinitesimal presence, cast on the cosmos
Is already on the brink of fading away
Like an insignificant boat on the Pacific Ocean
Doomed to drown, with no search party looking out
Perhaps the isolation down here, is marring our conscience
Fear of losing control of reason, enough to dismiss science
We may be on this pale blue dot for less than a blink of the cosmos
Reigns of this discarded toy, however, must always be in our possession
Contempt and greed and jealous living, we're a fighting crew in a sinking ship
Only love, humility, kindness and peace can, defeat our egotistical existence
Just a group of atoms, we are, atoms floating in space
Orphaned by our cosmic parents, unworthy of a celestial stick
Hunters gather in parliaments
Deciding the course of life of their preys
Looking down upon the nomadic ways
Celebrating their brutality in prehistoric ways..
When I look around I still see cavemen
Poetry by Jalaj Soni
Read 840 times
Written on 2017-01-31 at 19:22
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