From the other side of the mirror – K.B

From the other side of the mirror

 

 

The lens is turning…
They present us
Artists as junkies
And low thugs,
Rarely as marvellous
Beings.

There’s a step
Between admiration,
Distant fear and fascination,
Respect and consideration
Because of fame and bankability,
And true respect and consideration
For the soul and the person behind
Otherwise called love.

I’ve known the first,
The second ( O cruel bite ! ),
Never known the third (thank God ! ),
Seeking the last.

He died from an O.D,
All right.
But he also made
The most beautiful
Music.
Did you know
About his hardships
And wounds?
He already survived
So much , and what
He made out of it is a miracle.
Just a normal person,
Like any other.

The lens is turning
Again…
Press says he was violent,
Who are you to judge?
You expect us to walk
To slaughter unarmed?

There’s no point A to point B.
Life expectancy and all,…
There’s no plan at all.

You can get crushed by
A car today or tomorrow,
You may live till
A hundred
Or two more years,
You get it now, right?
This global scam
Of planned lives?
(- Keep the productive masses
Working John, I tell you…)

 
K.B

 
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