Progress(Poem)

Tears flew away
to find a new lodging
Probably to
find another useless prayer.

Past few miles
and few smiles
life’s always blur

I guess.

Guns on military
tactical boots
and the land mines
won’t create angels
dear god.

He doesn’t get it!

I don’t have a problem
with evil
but I do have a problem
on why he doesn’t have a problem.

How convenient
it is blamed on Karma?

With noise cancellation gear
It’s hard to hear the weepings
for the gods
while the morality
sleeps on a soft pillow.

This new lexicon
doesn’t write the
stories of the gutter.

Doesn’t write about
the butter.

Doesn’t even utter.


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