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Adam and Sons

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.


More By  :  Anand Rishi

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Comment very nice. :-)

07-Mar-2014 02:20 AM

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