Irtimd Kuoilel

Awkward Angle of Perception Irtimd Kuoilel

Our Way

Mindless crowds are worshipping again
And, again, unworthy - futile idols
How come that ignorance and idleness
Daze and captivate uncultured brain?

How come not merit but conceit -
Worth ahead of worthiness are valued?
Why hot air is puffing and prevailing
Where cool breeze was laughed into retreat?

Why, disdaining bigger, better ways
Throngs insist on treading life in circles?
How this unholy, wicked circus
Self-perpetuates its empty days?

Drags us down, perchance, not greed's disgrace
But top-heavy curse of least resistance -
Clay persists in clinging to existence
Thus, not all is lost for human race

Crookedly, delighting in delays
Masses coax world to grind at poles
And,in stagnant pool where hope floats
Rotting corpse of time still undulates

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