Mirror, My Mirror Poem by obed Souza

‘ All this I will give you, ’ he said, ‘ If you will bow down and worship me.’ (Mt.4: 10)


Mirror, my mirror!
My self- made image God!
It is you I adore!
Selfishness has built an inner altar in my heart.
To you my ego, I deserve the best of me!
I promise not to question who I am,
As long as I walk in the red carpet,
A little money to my character is a big deal.
I was told souls have no price,
So, it is just my body, just bone and flesh.
Wholesale! Big savings!
My body, my sanctuary!
My image at sale!
Nothing to do with me.
Don´t you see? I am a celebrity, brother!
Behold! How fit I am … and skilful!
I devote to you everything I am.
Untill no more of me will be seen - a rebirth -! The ‘ superme ‘!
Stardom is the paradise where my soul will rest.
My heaven right below my feet:
A star on the walk of fame,
A fallen bright star!
Come see me! Watch me! I am At your disposal!
My image … my body, my eyes, my hair, my beauty:
A corpse.