I
saw a tree
I saw it well
I
saw how bees came to suck
Its nectars
The
leaves were green,
Its root was dry
Yet
its fruits were fresh
And
transparent too
So
in them I saw plum dreams,
Beautiful
and fresh.
When the wind came by
It blew its leaves
Shook its plum fruits
And dropped them to the soil.
The fruits began to grow
Into young plants.
These plants grew with dreams of freedom
But it came, the tree I first saw
Unrooting the roots of these new trees with dry roots
Soon freedom became free doom
Peace tore to pieces
Growth groaned and
Joy became the thing unwanted.
Thoughts
then came to me in loud voices
Life of
culture; unstructured structure
Life of culture; unwanted
freedom.
Why
become the life that gives death?
The
sweetness that secretes bitter sap?
The
herb that poisons its healing strength!
Beautiful. It is rather unfortunate that they wont hear and when they hear they wont listen and when they listen they wont understand and when they understand they wont act...
ReplyDeleteRightly said Michael: for them everything is myopic and whatever comes after their sight range becomes unuseful and anyone who to tries to be their doctors, is labelled a criminal. Let's continue to speak, maybe one day they will act....
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