And we may not know
Sometimes the most bloodthirsty revenge
Is the murder of our own feelings.
Through days and nights
Flown by the cold spirits we have piled within
We hear opposing whispering voices:
"You shall take revenge
From those who have not been there for you
They who left you alone.
Who judge you by your skin and your home.
You shall take revenge
By your nonbeing."
We may know that feeling
Of death while we uphold a healthy living.
"The burn of inferiority "
Caused by our skin,
"You want it peeled."
You are feeling great within.
A life that we live to sacrifice to those others,
"Surely enough, they deserve life more than you. Yes!"
No!
"And their loved ones and their lovers
And the ones who rule to keep the world in peace
For themselves, and in war for the others
To protect the ones who deserve life more than you."
We wish to run but soon enough
We wish to rest in peace.
We are tired.
We are washed out in our flesh
We are aware
Our fatigue
Comes from our tired soul,
"Lost and confused. Stay in control!"
After so many deadly troubles,
We who are one more time healthy and alive,
We ourselves wonder:
"How you took your own flesh to its knees
So severe that
For making it stand up again,
For making it live up again,
There is no way
But wishing for more death?"
It is a strange humbleness.
"Its existence lies on the pride of not getting any help."
It is a strange pride
"The size of jumping out the balcony in underwear"
And we somehow
Judge each other's
Dry motionless eyes
Of belonging to selfish ego maniacs.
And we have learnt
Lock pickers at any moment
Are one step ahead
As their master words
Are cunning
And they give no chance
To simple innocent words
To be believed by
Honey hearts and honey brains
Which "sophisticated" politically-correct fingers manipulate
"All the way to the tip of soft beautiful breasts."
The good ones
The ones with
The wrong passports
The ones carrying
The wrong words
Will be regarded as losers.
And we met people who killed "themselves"
Their feelings.
They killed themselves
Not out of revenge.
"They are just plain stupid.
It makes you sad to see
Those morons make others revenge
and you, the enormously lucky one! Yes!
Will be forgotten in between."
What is the use of a emotionless human
By any means or for any reason?
And those who call themselves emotional,
They are the worst people we meet
Who
By their ignorance
Have perhaps murdered thousands of us already.
"Let's be honest for a second.
Those who have a better starting point
Own a better world anyways."
No! we will work hard, and prove otherwise.
"You are funny!"
We are those obsessed revengeful ones
"You cannot achieve anything anyways!"
Even if we are geniuses.
We are not in the right race.
"My friend! You are wrong.
Your obsessions keep you strong.
You have things to prove.
Take back what belongs
To you."
Who knows the secret behind human evolution?
It is most certainly not
Integrity or truth
Or physical or mental excellence.
And we have learnt
Not to lose ourselves to judgements,
Not to the colors,
Not to the shows,
Not to lose ourselves to anything or anyone
And they cannot understand
How we need to lose a little sometimes
"This revenge is your right!"
And the fact that we never desired
To have such a distorted right
Takes us to limbo.
We need to be open to live
Yet
We need to be closed to survive.
And they have asked us
To be ourselves,
And we wonder what to be,
As we are ourselves if
We wish to be better
All the time
As we learn things
As we grow up .
We will never learn the basics
We jump into the excellence.
We will never learn the right and wrong,
"You shall proudly live alone.
You cannot bear
Honey hearts and honey brains
Which sophisticated fingers manipulate
all the way to the tip of their breasts."
Such isolated as we are,
We cannot remain strong.
"I am here by your side.
You will not be weak either."
We don't need unity with whisperers.
We need unity with each other.
Absence of unity
Takes us to limbo.