177. The haunted humanity
The ghosts that haunt you
are the spectres of this insane world and age,
the phantoms of derailment and the enemies of love
that make spontaneous love impossible
and keep us fettered in Orwellian restrictions
isolated in unhuman cubicles of so called work and duties
that are just one way to the asylum
made more comfortable by the horrors of medicinal society
that give you pills to poison you relieving you of life
which anyway is just unbearable because of this society.
They say we are too many people on this earth,
and therefore the majority expects a sudden instantaneous destruction
that would finish off the sick majority which only suffers anyway,
and thus the thoughts and speculations of this world
continue to get sicker. There is only one health sign remaining:
Love can never get corrupted, while it lives and keeps on loving.
Never mind about the children and forget about your sex life,
if the health state of the world demands such sacrifices
for the sake of humankind's survival,
but let never go of love.
It is for us to cherish as the only thing
that ever will continue keeping us alive.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-09-02 at 16:49
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