Monday, August 10, 2020

One doesn´t sell Paradise. Only Hell is for sale

Last drop



Life in ruins
because of dark-men
Furious adults and youngsters 
in a state of intoxication
Chaos draws its trail 
across the country

What other than to explode
can the oppressed do
with the fire inside?

The pain of sadness in the heart
and the pressure from suppressed overpressure detonates the ticking bomb
Stimulates horror that stinks

The evil ones 
rule with evil rules
The etched heart smells 
in the midst of the wealth of others

A small spark sets the country on fire
Injustice, not greed, lust or jealousy
is the fuel for this spark
Sends life and reason 
to the gallows

What other than looting
can the hungry do
to fill the hole 
inside?

In a future without a future
it is time now to ask
"what if?"

You do not bargain the price of Paradise
Only Hell is for sale ...







Kamete
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