Okay, so here’s a recipe
To go against society’s recipe
Drain a rainbow from the sky
Combine flashes of 7 bright hues for this colorless world
Mix in music – the kind that speaks to your soul
Pour in a gallon of individuality
And sprinkle in a pinch of pixie dust
– It’s okay to believe –
Add a teaspoon of hope
And two tablespoons of fear
Stir 73 times, each circle adding a tear
Shake in a cup of black anger
And, if you’re brave enough,
Maybe even a dropp or two of love
Pour it all in a bottle
Of a melancholy hue
Then, above a bowl,
Bust it open with a knife
And blend in all the shattered glass
Dust with sugar and add 3 cups of spice
But some powdered originality instead of everything nice
Sift through all the subtleties
And add 13 oz. of nuts
– A touch of insanity –
Add a hard outer shell – protect yourself well
Chill until firm – don’t let them mold you
And bake at 370°
For as long as it takes
For this new you to rise
And you will have your own
Revolution pie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem