Acid Dreams
As i walked in the valleys of the death,
As i ventured into the planetary of woes,
As life is in its ever specters of death and disasters,
As everything is a fashion is with the taste of money,
And life is the visages of the poorests and the virtual masses,
And the super rich are amassing their wealth,
Their net incomes and luxuries,
And life in the next centuries, will only be the affordings of these luxuries,
And the Gods iprayed to are never there,
And non existent,
Can we ever say it is better,
Or different from now as the headlines news,
And the colorfull vinyl banners of the silly earth.?
And the sad banters and the desperate
Earthlings.
Conditionalresponses of an acid dream.
Unwelcomed stories, we are avoiding to hear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Unwelcomed stories, we are avoiding to hear. - - - we avoid the truth if it isn't what we wanted to hear and that may be the reason mankind is still killing his own species, still cannot master his sinful appetites, and still abuses his environment to serve money and comfort Very good poem to ponder upon
Deservedly or not, I thank you esteemed poet for your good comments, respectfully