A simple thought

It’s just a simple thought, but
What if we feed people before
Having them work, instead of
Making them work for food?

It’s just a simple thought, but
What if we treat all people
Equal, no matter their standing
When it comes to basic needs?

What if we provide people shelter,
What if we arrange them a secure
Future, and stop people from not
Knowing where they’ll be tomorrow?

It’s just a simple thought, but
What if we don’t expect anything
From anyone, in order for them
To have the right to live?

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Jocund summer boy

My inspiration quenched
With the warm summer rain
The light that drenched, dimmed
All my dreams again

The summer bird
Rang proudly my defeat
And not a word
Was lying at my feet

The cheerful winds
Blew dust into my eyes
I could not see beyond
The vast blue skies

The aspirations failed
To come to terms with joy
As I degraded back into a
Jocund summer boy

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The Wall

Are you regretting your past?
You must be
God created you and yet
You’re so incomplete

Never seeing the sky
Looking down at your feet
Stars laugh at your efforts
As they lead to delusions
Of something you call
“Finding yourself” or the
“Purpose of life”

So you run against the wall
And break down
Not knowing how to dismantle it
Piece by piece
Not knowing how to climb over it
And never realising you could just
Go around it
And put your past behind you

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Fuck you

Fuck you
And you
And fuck you too
Fuck all of you
I hate you all
It’s not your fault
I love you
But fuck you
‘Cause anything you do
Will irritate me now
Somehow
No matter what you do
Fuck you
Why did you have to be
Near me
Stand in my sight
With all your might
Fuck off
Your presense
Makes my life much worse
I’m angry and
You’re in the danger zone
There’ll be a blast
And you are prone
And therefore
My wish is true
Fucking fuck off and
Fuck you

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