By David Maillu
Published September 24, 2023
Self ignorance
Is a chronic disease
Hospitalized
In self-justification
In making of the coffin
For your ambition
To be buried
In the graveyard
Of sense of helplessness
Escorted
By music of sadness
Played on the instrument
Of psychedelic wishes
Expressed
By the dance of futility
That puts the blame
On your self-made failure
Saying
I’m what I am
Because of the will of God
Whom you never met
You’re crying
If only I knew this
I wouldn’t have done this
A thing you had fallen into
Passionately
Outside the perception
That passion plays dirty games
With ambitions of man.