Fruit Of The Planet Poem by Patryk Krzywon

On the planet of the fruit, the fruit of the planet’s dying, trying
To save the last of it from the blatant lying, sighing
As it watches life wither away to the fruitless end; bend
Your thinking so you can see dreams and reality blend, send
The message forth let everybody know: no
Man or woman is greater than no man or woman, though for
Many years now, many to come, we have seen it wrongly; strongly
Disagree with that which is believed so commonly; wrongly
Accused will be cleared before God in their final judgement, garment
Won’t make a man, a man makes the garment; advent
Is not followed ‘cause you won’t give anything up, trapped
In the chase of material things, medals and cups; tap
Your neighbour’s shoulder and ask him how he feels, deals
Will never work without lies, without steals; heels
Are not your weak-point, it’s your brain; sane
People aren’t sane they just fit into the same, lame
Standard that the media sets for us now; how
Did we come to this? Man, we used to be proud, loud
Music won’t save us, let’s play quiet music loudly
And whatever you are don’t forget to be it proudly.