Goddamn repression – K.B

 

I am that moss covering the wall..

 

 

Goddamn repression

 

 

Puritans everywhere
What’s going on
With all this repression?

Soap, sadness, and
Bitterness that followed
Our liberation
Were too strong
We had to fight
Maybe God’s promise
Is coming
When the soldiers
Will be too tired
Of fighting.

Goddamn repression
Crispated faces
Agony at every corner
Long lonely nights
Rattling like a rat
In front of a screen

What are they making
Of us ?

Lobotomised
Population
With no love
Do we even
Know what it
Means anymore ?

I took a glance
At my fellows
I saw no radiant
Beauty
Extinguished
Eyes

Repulsion
Animosity
Sadness

Above all

A can of beer
A night breeze
Junkies
And theft
Young crazy
People

And the rattling
Rat
I call bro.

Yes.

Love is a higher
Revelation
Ecstasy as well
But my civilians
Have become guards
As well
Blocking the door
To the throne room
Where sits my Lord
Night has become
Plagued
With wide awake
Wackos
Searching
For a fix
While my hand
Slowly reaches
My underpants
To open my senses
To the flesh of the world .

 

 
K.B

 
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