Dear men
father, brother,
lover, son
Our ancestors copulated
we fuck now
and rape occasionally
making love
is too much work
making war
is bread, butter
and honor
We only jerking
I , you and him
anywhere, everywhere ...
most of the time
Where did we go wrong
inspite of our music,
despite our songs
We always carry
brain ‘n’ shit
if the two
are not mixed
work is worship,
living is fun
in the golden silence
he-man becomes human
Lording over destiny
worthy of a woman
for pleasure
for fun
The salvation
does not lie
beneath the navel
Rajnish’s life
testifies to that
salvation sits safe
in the temple of head
Everything has
multiple uses
tiny, great,
big ‘n’ small
so guaranteed by
the giver of all
Each human child
an uncut diamond
eager to walk
on the razor’s edge
holding the little finger
even otherwise
the curiosity of the child
Let us stop fighting
and listen to the child
through a lie-detector
if need so arise
Every homo-sapien
was a child once
living in fairy tale world
of pebbles, berries,
horses ‘n’ butterflies
Spontaneous sparks,
rooms or parks
with toys ‘n’ trains,
in sun, in rains
the childhood
is great fun
Some children had it
so real good
they refused to grow
while the orphans,
victims of society
whom childhood passed by
all compete with children
for their lost paradise
The mature world
of grownups ‘n’ the old
where bride is for burning
groom to be sold
gun is the
shakti
God is gold
is horribly weird
Let us for once
listen to the children
their innocent ideas
and allow them
to usher in a new era
long overdue
the era of innocence
Open sesame
the mind opens
life for the living
by giving then taking
Lover, brother,
father, son
natural progression
for the son of a gun.
