I lost grip of those nothing, self-destructive days-
that were my everything, and now I write
from a different place, of eight years old
when I feel the bullet holes of seasoned men
with my heart,
and the abuse born by formiddable women
with my cheeks
frustrations of lifelong activists
in my ferocious temperament
and I feel alive
just to breathe the every moment of
ideologies ..buried under fortitudes of systems,
policies, conspiracies, political deals,
foundations of western democracy.

I wonder if you recognise the black death
outside your window- only birds that understand
the days of oppression would circulate the song of revolutionaries.
our time witnessed the economic depression of human failure.
so how dare we passively watch the human depression
of everyman's failure.
and the very young ones born out of undiscriminating chance
ask if peace is as beautiful as the wild birthland extending
beneath their barefeet. there are dreams of running
alongside lions, harvests instead of famines, and
swirling down sand dune deserts, sun-blessed to
opulent monsoons, where resource is undefeated.

please don't let your people become biological experiments
for the free spoil of pharmaceutical greed, I won't let them.
you should know better, than to point fingers at ethnic groups
for the griefs of an imperfect system. no man shall be stripped of
his ancestral land, while we learn to embrace visitors
and immigrants. and what if the world
was one country. and all our sacred sites, the history
of cultures could be shared and understood and cherished,
under one equalised economy.
I am no more a blasphemy than the right-wing/left-wing
government conservatives.

.
and now I see
as we place more black and white pieces of perception
into this macrocosm
it only vindicates a continuously expanding grey ambivalence.

I want a vision- clear and sharp like Lenin and his Bolsheviks
sweeping the nation with a force for the peasants, and a
righteous declaration of that manifesto- a lifesource for believers.
I want to walk in the footsteps of our heroes Martin Luther King,
Che Guevara, Princess Diana and Mother Teresa, Queen Elizabeth I,
Napoleon, Gandhi, Mao Zedong. though disparate in focus,
great people can change the marrow and skin of the world.

and I know, there is a trace of everybody in all of us,
I serve within me.. the religious zionist, the soviet, monarchist,
christian, capitalist, democrat, diplomat, freedom fighter,
revolutionary. this works because
[God] the primeval-creation-artist designed the universe
on a basic principle of cycla-spherical networks,
where everything connects
somewhere
and all will return to your place in time
eventually.

upon the first star of this evening,
I will reveal the plans on the flipside of my iris,
which reads the webbed and transparent destinies eventuated
by the spectrum of my actions, and let it be a fraction
in potency as our giant predecessors who broke barriers,
challenged conventions and restored the integrity of humanity in
every day's disbelieving, complacent majority with
numb eyes and ears, voices
contaminated by corrupt and false evangelism.

I will stand up for you as you remain silent in prescripted
stagnation, I will not just throw welfare on our disadvantaged
to keep them barely surviving and acknowledged.
And allow us to oppose injustices made
against our children and women and men of bravery-
pillaged and shamed by the cold imperialist machine
that runs circuits back to you and me.

.
so tell your inmates it's a different world we want out there.
embrace Africa
feed your neighbours in poverty
learn with the disabled
share our land
slow down universal, unrestricted devastation,
the externally reciprocate revolution
.God's nexus.
survives through inter.applying our cohesive strains.

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