The rain is loud now, As if a giant feet arises from the clouds To step on the river under the bridge of my heart And disturb it in such a way That the sails of ships bend, And the water touches the bridge from below, Tickling it to sorrow… The rain is loud now, But actually, it has always been like this. You were there once, And I never felt it. But now, All there is Is this sorrow That tickles me from inside, As if it wants me to laugh, Yet doesn’t let me At the same time…
Society is shit.
It doesn’t see the good stuff you do.
But have one flaw,
And you're dead.
The flawed society expects it’s people to be perfect.
Shitty colours don’t make a good painting,
Until you rename it
And call it modern art.
Rusted iron does not make good sculpture
Until you rename it
And call it modern sculpture.
Shitty people don’t make a stable society
Until you rename it
And call it modern society.
Everything modern is shit
Because it was made by old people
Without asking the young
What they wanted.
Everything modern is shit
Because the old used up the good stuff;
The good iron,
The bright colours;
And left the remains for us,
And told us to see in it the beauty
That wasn’t there.
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