Invention

Life is a constant battle
From since birth - I've been
Kicking and punching the air
Don't frown on my cruelty and innocence -

I blame it on the stench in the atmosphere
Its paradoxic effect got me turning on and off
Couldn't complain any more in this imbalance
So I delved in my soul -

And found my weapon to combat the stench
Now I'm cutting a pathway amongst -
Thick bushes and dying stars
Reviving them in memory...

Tweaking their conscience and
Replacing the comfort zones with rocks
So they could rest uneasy
And have a ponder over this darkness -

Which overwhelmed the 'ghettos' and 'shanties'
The only hope lied in our universal soul
Ignorance thought security was on the 'dough'
And died again without an essence to self or knowledge