jathin aka jesuzz

Rookie (23-dec-1987 / india)

Sermon By The Smoke - Poem by jathin aka jesuzz

Fanatics run haywire.
Music stops abrupt
Love, sold in open markets
Flesh the bargain of the day
Black pears before the swine
In the valleys as flavorless as wine
Creeps peep out of alley windows
Memories only to be scavenged by crows
In silent empty rows.

The schemers of the pseudo society
Plotting ways to kill time
Neo Nazis and neo Jews
Hunting and being hunted
The society is another holocaust
Where the judge is the jury and the criminal too.
My notions cloud my judgment

I seek no refuge in providence
I pay no heed to seers or sores
I am open to no chores or whores
My wounds I do scratch
My scars I do cherish
To remind my forgiving mind
One day you too will perish
So cut and burn all in your path
With love or hate don’t you care
To judge yourself, don’t u dare
For in this world we forget the good times soon
But our wounds, may it be from love or lust
Hate or deceit, victory or defeat
We do not forget
We do not forgive

So I say to you again
Cut and burn all in your path
For to love or to hate
You will be remembered,
for their scars
Will remind them
the past was real
So was the one who gave it to them.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 23, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 24, 2011

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