Fuels Poem by Chan Mongol

FUELS


We, as raw materials for the production;

To feed the solar system to run, function!

Objectivity is, to be born and to die to adjust;

We go back to Babylon, ash to ash, dust to dust.

Lord needs constantly the fuel to burn;

Living and dead bodies are fuels for Sun.

What they do in NASA and in medical industry;

No authority works there for our real longivity.

Why making bologna, why no answer?

Why no cure for diabetes and cancer?

Plus, minus give us the result, minus;

Both life and death are not at all plus!

We call us alive but we are dead, as I said;

Life is a dream in the process, as made.

Bottom line is, we are in the wheel to spin;

House or, management is set to win.

The network is the winner and it has all;

In alive or dead, we we circle or we roll.


By Chan Mongol
December 4 of 2022