Crazy cats : the damned – K.B

Crazy cats: the damned.

 

 
I’m thirsty,
Thirsty
For justice.

Can barely
Spend
An evening
Without hard
Work and crisis
Of tiredness.

My heart
Is aching
Again,
Yeah,
I’m going
Down
Again,
The sun,
The sun…

The prophet
Was sent in
An era darkness,
This era has everything
Of darkness.

Fights, quarels,
Money, sex,
Brutality,
The impossibility
Of optimism,
The normalization
Of violence between
People.

You might think
Of me as crazy
Walking around
With flowers
But my Lord listens
Carefully to what
I have to say
Although I
Can seldomly
Attain him.

We’re talking of cosmos,
Fractal, holographic,
Wide and wise.

Such is God.
Immense,
Infinite,

It takes a tough heart
To refute his existence.

I just need to close my
Eyes,
Sleep a little
And imagine
The grandeur
Of his Creation
And the dejection
Of mankind
Wrapped up
In hell,

Preaching but
Not practising.

Love shows.

Kindness
Shows,

But we’re too busy
Fighting eachother
Explaining ,
Justifying,
Winning,
Or so we think…

What good
Is a mansion
If you sleep
Alone?

Solidarity
Is the key.

But educated
In fear of losing
Something
We retract
Our soul
But not our
Claws
To disfigure
The face
Of a world
Religion.

 

 

K.B

 

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