Coming Out The Other Side, I Could Not Predict Poem by Raj Dronamraju

I am not a fireman and I don't care if this building burns down
I am not a politician and I am not bringing people together for a common purpose or at all
Coming out the other side, I could not predict
Whether I would receive sincere greetings of good fortune or be showered with shouted abuse

Pistolwhipped while camouflaged and the wholeness fell apart
This assertiveness training did not pay off
The journey entered into in blind faith
Desperate tickets for this journey punched in this weird and real life

In this weird and real life
Butane conversions from burning turmoil
Coming out the other side, I could not predict
Whether I'd find ruins or the reign of a majestic cityscape

Loosen time's neckhold on feeling easy
Let's get together to plan the escape
Coming out the other side, I could not predict
The world, the place, and the status quo of lying commandments