we lived a life, repeated over and over again
on one code of restraint
coupled with the taboos of our traditions
made by no other legislators who are
humans like us
those ahead of us lived a very lonely life
sticking it out even on verges of depressions and
on the thin boundary line of sanity and
cleanliness
we are taking the same road, tired and helpless
and so predictable and those who swerved and
delineated from the line are turning into
ostriches with their muddy feet and useless wings
soon they will be slaughtered
their bones chopped into pieces
their flesh eaten by the bastards of our times
i am the suspicious man at the back seat of the car
i doubt the driver and i have questions for the man beside him
i like the view outside: green mountains and roadsides flowering
and bird flying low over the heads of hills
searching for their prey
soon i will demand that the car be stopped
i am getting out and be the master of the winds
i protest and summon all creatures
for the needed change.
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