terça-feira, 17 de agosto de 2021

Sanity played on the broken flute

 It was a human being
graffitied on the wall
bounced to death, yet still alive

the terror at it´s schizophrenia
judging eyes of the passers by
the people close petrified

That they also might wind up
catching a strange species of brain crazy
one that locked them into alone

awaken to the child´s mindless sabotage
just cooking in the skull oven

society a smirk a mock a tease
Claiming it has no love for these

that the thick layer of desirable specimens
are the only measure of quality

The silent sufferer seldom gives into violence
or even profanity

It´s just people´s personal fear of that fragile
abstract concept of sanity
 

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