To give, to take,
To forgive, to forsake –
Need to live or just fake
Living in the shells?
Striving, crying,
Surviving and dying,
But not even trying
To break out of cells.
Existence exalted,
Insistently insulted –
Want it peppered? Or salted?
Just choose what you will.
Compassion compared
With passion and flares
Of hatred - beware
Of being so drilled.
The emotions’ motions
And the oceans of lotions
But no sign of explosion
In the minds of obsessed;
One small step aside
Will lead all the pride
To the imminent grind
We are made to call zest.
But the kings be dethroned –
And the order is gone,
And the earth full of moans
Will plead for its cells;
So the choice is to take,
To forgive and forsake,
Try to live in the fake
Life in the shells.
Chanson de la Liberte
© Copyright: Белая Маска, 2010
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