The Bubbles Of The Intellectual Virus. Poem by Subrata Ray
The Bubbles Of The Intellectual Virus.
All big sayings whisper and rebound,
Fear and panic force to be tongue-tied,
The molested Innocence experiences,
The orgy of the Big-Brothers and statesmen.
The scorpions, the falcons, the owls,
Are installed with dubious heads,
The corporate commerce the vampires,
To suck the blood of the proletariat.
The computerized heads window missiles,
Queues upon queues rush to open profiles.
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