Eric Kim
By
P C K Prem
Sometime In Life
Ethos of life demented, hinges on cryptic civilization
distributing blood and hunger,
despite plenty instilling fears at the same time.
It drives to an epilogue of varied corny teachings,
moving from one point to another in zero,
and blankness that is one whole,
with pores where ideas crumble, and words
break into pieces and rise to become nectar maybe.
Voices appear noisy and jarring, and it is construed
as music by judges with blinkers on
and sitting on judgments,
bearing masks tear apart ear drums, in utter stupidity
of legal wisdom, and then they put on dark glasses
and watch colourful reality shows
manipulated nastily, by codes
and phones sponsored, before laws are invented.
It is eating and eating of flesh and words lawless,
in a society of mores grubby and values dappled.
It eats a man and man only without mercy.
It is life of a winner in blood, and violence they say
as I hear from a distance
the droning noise before I vanish with the woman,
I wanted to live with and so, I thought long back.
No Comments Yet!
You can be first to comment this post!