Song For The Ordinary People Poem by Sibi Sakthi

I wish you were crazy
I wish you were vibrant
I wish you were berserk
I wish you were vulgar

The Devil that haunts my sleep
is what she is
The one winged angel carries me
is what she is
The last drop of water at summer
is what she is
The wail that wakes my spirit
is what she is

Come near, as we watch the trees
glitter in the faux neon glow
We endlessly laugh and we forget
the pleasures of human and stay naked

As Stranded as we are and
crowded as we could be
holding hands and singing songs
for the ordinary people to heal.