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Dark boars prance through the city
With vast hunger, they seek a feast
Their terrifying marks stain the streets
Showing frightening pirouettes
Then, they appear in vehicles
All their success must occur swiftly
One, two, want to, eager to consume clouds
trees, bushes and air
Acquiring gadgets destined for the garbage
Transactions, deliveries, silicone utensil sets
No hesitation, the quicker, the more successful
to gain higher revenue
They lie, dump their waste into rivers
Excrement to the sea
If trends and profit need
They fake sustainability
Smiling at work, trading their existence
Most will never understand this absurdity
Exceptions, if any, will be rare
Politics, business, religions, mass communication
They always want more and more
I've watched long enough, wishing to escape
These words are my self-psychotherapy
I do not need to use symbolism
No more allegories
The world we've crafted is a brutal inferno
Where everything is a nonsensical labyrinth,
And
It's not its complexity that's the challenge
We aren't sophisticated...or complicated
Just wish we were...
Ego and strife
Awful hierarchies
Such a sorrowful history
Reflecting our primitive essence
I want liberation myself from this
But I can't
Because every bit of land is owned by some country
Every piece of soil is occupied by people
There is nowhere on Earth where you can exist
Without nationality
Without hierarchies
Without politics
Without countries, flags, anthems, or religions
This is a planet-wide madhouse
Without money
you have no chance for a good education or health
If you're unlucky and born in the wrong country
your status in the hierarchy is Zero
Nobody cares about you
Most of those who were lucky won't care
But if they feel remorse, they'll pretend they do
while they watch TV shows and attend festivals
Or buy a new car and the latest plastic junk
And share their success on social media
So, that's it
I desire freedom as a human
Though I don't know how to achieve it
They say...we need more wars for freedom...
Afraid I'm left with just two paths
To become a solitary hermit
Or do what I fear
Cry, And
Fade into nothingness as if I never was.