Random Prose

I feel afraid, the Gitanjali aside 

My people I don’t know 

Gandhi died a couple of years ago

Folks have no clue what he meant years ago

We are on a rock that floats in space 

Who gives a fk, it’s just me I guess

It’s ridiculous when one thinks 

Religion could be a thing 

How shallow is your mind

To think in small constructs 

That skin or religion could be something 

My naive self would not know It was a thing 

Years ago I thought

We are all equal to a T

Time passed and the T change somehow 

The turn of page was sad

Folks dint like each other completely

It became a melee 

Let me kill you just because 

You are not like me at all 

My mind I suspend 

Just because its the end ?

Maybe I need to find a place 

That takes from this hate 

No religion or belief 

Could keep me from the truth 

The Gitanjali made sense years ago

Today it still is true

 

Let my country awake

C