"Wer mit Ungeheuern kämpft, mag zusehn,
dass er nicht dabei zum Ungeheuer wird.
Und wenn du lange in einen Abgrund blickst,
blickt der Abgrund auch in dich hinein."
- Friedrich Nietzsche, Jenseits von Gut und Böse
We wasted our time
In many ways
In trying to shift
The blame on
Evil others-
And hoping that perhaps
One sunny day,
We'll be able to
At least
Respect each other-
But long are gone
Those days of hippy songs
Of sentimental
Strolls and childish
Smiles-
There is only us
And them-
And endless bark
About who's more
Oppressed
Or more reviled.
The couples walk
In sociogenic hell,
While clutching their
Children in their dread,
While climate change
Enthusiasts foretell
That awful time
When we'll all
Be dead.
While we are all
Are seemingly engaged
In front of laptops,
Cell phones and TVs,
While giving in
To manufactured rage
Of social media
And endless punditry.
And have you ever
Hugged a funking tree,
Or told some expert
To funk off and die-
And have you ever
Seen the funking sea
Or funking sunrise
In the funking sky?
And have you ever
Wondered what the funk-
What message do I really
Have to send? -
Or like Jim Morrison
With a sudden wish to die-
Would you exclaim, my friend,
This is the end? ...
But this is not the end,
It's just a start
Of something beautiful-
So stick it up your ass-
There will be time
To mourn and time to die,
And time to rest
Stretched out in the grass.
There will be time
To leave this all behind-
There will be time
To laugh and disagree
There will be time
To funk with someone's mind
And shock this world
From endless apathy.
- Alexander Shaumyan
March 12,2019
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem, Alexander. Read my poem Love and L u s t. Thanks for the nice piece.