If somebody asks me he’ll give me a penny for my thoughts,
what would I say? How would I agglomerate my thoughts
into a metropolis of standpoint? Look at me! Take a good look
at me! The surreptitious have had their way. I am no changeling
to their whims. But I am made a corner to their clandestine!
So, in my nook and cranny, I say I want to go from this world.
I don’t want the pennies, I don’t want the march of the brigade
beckoning me that I must do duty to an illegitimate cause one more day…
and one more day… thereon..till my life is whiled away! I can no longer be
affected by the sound effects of treachery dragging me by the
hair strands to pull off their victories. I do not want to be a plaything
that culminates what villainy claims as the fate of the world. I’ve done a supreme
sacrifice that nobody acknowledges for the means of their own
leverage. I don’t believe any more in the sunrise laughing at my eyes.
The cooks of crook take the cradle. The moon is not mine. And I am
not seawater brine. The more I think of tomorrow, the more I want to
go! The wish master is not my bedfellow. I am not pregnant with expectation
to be in labor for a child of the future. I don’t want the motherhood of lives
that are taken by evil! I have no choice! I have no voice! And if I have a voice,
I insist I want to go! The treachery leaves me with no need to carry on anymore!
montes-musings.blog 