There is no pain you're receding. A distant ship smoke on the horizon. You're only coming through in waves, your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying. When I was a child, I caught a fleeting glimpse. Out of the corner of my eye, I turned to look but it was gone. I cannot put my finger on it now, the child is grown, the dream is gone..

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Copenhagen

Welcome to Copenhagen, the town which is demented,
Which is ruled by masqueraders and the guiltless are cremated. 

Spiders weave cobwebs in front of the people's eyes,
Those poisonous green apples are blessings in disguise.

The smile on their face is plastered like a work of wax, 
For all they have grown up with are gore, violence and sex. 

The lady in black casts your prophecy with a smile that is wicked,
But the polished diamonds shine on what's real and stark-naked. 

The druggists and the rats pollute every nook of the city,
Each street and each household, where cocaine is in scarcity.

The Law is an impotent joke, just for the sake of it's name,
The democrats with money and fame play the odds in this game. 

To all those male-chauvinists, women are just an object to stare, 
Crafty saints and sages murder religion with panache and flair.

The atheists go to the chapel and the believers pray by the grave,
Immoral virgins dance nude in the parties of booze and rave.

Damsels, hookers and love are sold cheaper than dope,
Showered with flowers, in a black limousine comes the Vatican Pope.

The pied piper has led the toddlers to their doom,
Wars of hatred will now be fought in the hearts of gloom.

Running away from Copenhagen, I look back for one last glance.
Circling over the cold corpses, the vultures perform a victory dance..



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