e-Paper Poetry of Vinx


How can a brain work in a house of talking woods?
Where every sweet wine is soured in moribund cellars
Life! Take a deep thought isn’t it made as a misery bar?
That the moment sleep is had nothing is near or far?
Vanity and greed! All there is in a land full of blacks
Is self imposed mental slavery of lacks..

It began from the shrinking fat pockets of old
To the ends of the region, north and east that fold
The kids watch same movies day and night
All that is bright and wonderful takes a flight
Love in this Nation is like animals in the zoo
A beautiful world is impossible because of how we do.

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