Om Mig
When everything we used to dream of
Is fading nowhere, is falling somehow…
When we believed things seemed being truth,
They turned out false to those, we loose…
Invisible catastrophe,
Predominate barbarity,
Nothing metters, noone cares,
You wouldn’t give more or take less.
Nobody truthfull, nothing real,
Just pretending for a deal,
Chasing profit, searching graft,
Could they imagine such a draft?
Feelings are futility,
Considered disability,
Weak dishonourable stuff.
Just being cruel’s not enough!
Looking foreward better times,
While they still keep to sleep with knifes,
Behaving so suspiciously
They’re blind for simple things to see.
We’re the actors in our lifes,
Needed being skillful liers.
One role-one life to make spectator satisfied,
But „be yourself- other roles are occupied”.
by Lenk@