Born to be horses, bet on,
Where do you see yourself?
In a world that won’t last,
We don’t wake up much anymore to know,
The empire against imperialism wouldn’t be switched,
Beyond it is just a gap for the world before the flood again:
Jobs automated, less work,
More work for fast: foods, clicks, doings, comes, goes, writings, it all..
More clinging to life that won’t cling,
More labor based countires for laborless souls,
More quantity for a sea that amounts nothings,
More orgs-controlling machines for wider audience of dreams,
More busy for socials to just blind a light, Everyone, everyone, and an abyss of fast sands..
No more reading,
No more whys,
No more love to learn, to stay,
To play, to feel real, work real, to even die,
Give me arts and sports for sides of faces,
Chess is for lights,
Doctores is for doctors,
Oppressions clearly seen from stages,
Preparation for the biggest stage heald,
No one wants to work for a land,
While made from land,
So everyone will eat food that goes down,
Your sand, your body,
A health nation built to need doctors,
Basing on ai researches and medications,
And while everyone is busy asking if it’s good or bad,
Of it all,
Sense and nonsense,
Continents and ants,
Good and evil:
Next revolution is for the why’s ahead,
The next world is for the why’s ahead,
The next Adam and Eve are for the us ahead that won’t arrive if not Martyred.
zaki monzer 