Self of nature
Self of rhythm
Self of future
Self of epitome
Self of stature
Being of multiplicity
One of the greatest romantic
Confessional poets of the new millennium.
Community of one
Community of seven
Beings of twelve
Trials of eleven
Hatred of five
And the tests of twenty
Seclusion of seventeen
Infusion of zero
Amusement of fifty
Craziness of nine
Occasional enlightenment of one
Beings that inhabit your soul
Will call out
Beings that see you as a super imposed
reality
Will mock
But who knows what deals they have made
Those beings that would lock away the
masses and throw away the key
They wear a red sash and call people names
without thinking
They speak out of ignorance
But mainly out of MAritime law
One would assume that the beings are only
in the many
But the beings inhabit quite so few
That if we could see them in a room
Without the guards and the locks
And without the uniform to impose
But nevermind the fact that spilled blood
was soaked on their sash and robes
That hearts were rubbed on the very clothes
they wear
While they sentence you to a few years to
be raped and abused
The most vulnerable in society
It is sickening to think of
but to meh
They would not matter very much