From the very beginning
After the 'mortal taste of that forbidden tree'
Man has been preoccupied with his ending
And when the promised apocalypse might be?
Now that the New World Order
Is born to claim thousand souls
Man is shocked and does ponder
'God is dead' and Satan manifests his goals
Now that the world is decentered
And binary oppositions are beating drums of war
Language is loose and shattered
Derrida has decentered himself by far
Now that the pixels of TVs screen
Inundate the mind with hyperreal images
Man is deprived of realities unseen
While eating potato on plastic couches
Now that the Great Chain of Being is torn and lost
And man has played all his cards
In a world full of chaos and lust
These are his last hopeless calls:
And when the promised apocalypse might be?
And when the promised apocalypse might be?
Hi. I just read your poem and amused by it. I like the way you adapted your poem with the quotations of Nietzsche and Milton. I too am waitning for the end but it's more like waiting for Godot.... hehehe. Good luck
what does it look like, what you call a 'coach' in Iran, Mohsin? for us in Australia it's a trainer or a fancy bus.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great grand hardhitting poem on man's reachin d end of d world. Kudos. I hope u read my latest too.