FUELS
We, as raw materials for the production;
To feed the solar system to run, function!
Objectivity is, to be born and to die to adjust;
We go back to Babylon, ash to ash, dust to dust.
Lord needs constantly the fuel to burn;
Living and dead bodies are fuels for Sun.
What they do in NASA and in medical industry;
No authority works there for our real longivity.
Why making bologna, why no answer?
Why no cure for diabetes and cancer?
Plus, minus give us the result, minus;
Both life and death are not at all plus!
We call us alive but we are dead, as I said;
Life is a dream in the process, as made.
Bottom line is, we are in the wheel to spin;
House or, management is set to win.
The network is the winner and it has all;
In alive or dead, we we circle or we roll.
By Chan Mongol
December 4 of 2022
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem