An Ode to Our Foolishness

We are singing
A distant melody
About beauty
That will never be real

Contemplating
On ideals
That forever will only be
The philosophers’ dreams

We are runners
In machines
That we think we are moving
Forward

We are fooled
Deluded
For delusions is much
Prettier
Than the truth

We’re playing
A never ending game
Against time
Against stupidity
Against the declining humanities
Against era
Than again we’re singing
The songs of victory

We’re drown in the jubilation
That we’re blind

We refuse to look
In the mirror
To see what our face has become

We decorate the streets with
Flowers
Ribbons
Confetti

We filled our children’s heads with
Fallacies
Empty hope
Fairy tales

Than again we’re singing
We write beautiful words
To hide what lies beneath

We fail to sense
The enemies surround
Hidden more than ever

Poison our wines
With poisonous herbs
Deceive our children
With tales of evil
Tear our dresses
With the thorns of our own
Roses

We are losing
Our war for humanities
For we have stopped fighting
In the shelter
Of our victory
We deceive ourselves

-me
April 7 2008

(inspired by a series of contemplation with Danny, Lucky, Gora)