This World Is Your Brainchild (Unite Unite Europe) Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

You self-proclaimed mother of all the cultures and civilisations
You blue-eyes girl who does not remember the colour of the sky
Are you still swaying the continents in your cradle
With your spiritual tentacles
From Africa to Asia from Australia to America
Are you still taking on your morning boots
Your Nazisms Communisms
Your Democratic Simulacrae Civilisms
Your Natio-Philic and Open Society of your Voids
To run over the world once again
And spit into the face of Atlas
You neatly construed in a plundered haiku
Within a tanka syllable an open cave
Of Plato's anxiety
You performed at the botox party
Among the fields of deceptions
That you plough up and down your face
You fat burned
Casting fat of your own greed into a river oblivion
And the river doesn't want it
You minced at the bottom of all the values
Like GM meat glued to the bones of a hungry child
What's that watching you within a graffiti
On the wall of shame


Ti samozvana majko svih civilizacija i kultura
Djevojko plavih očiju što boju neba ne pamtiš
Ljuljaš li još kontinente u svojoj kolijevci
Sa pipcima od Afrike do Azije od Australije do Amerike
Obuvaš li jutrom još uvijek svoje ćizme
Svoje nacizme komunizme
Svoja demokratska simulakra civilizme
Svoja nacio-filstva otvoreno društvo svojih ponora
Još jednom da zgaziš svijet
I pljuneš u lice Atlasa
Uredno složena u poharani haiku
U slogu tanke razjapljena pećina
Platonovog nespokojstva
Ti odrađena na botoks zabavi
Niz njive siulakruma što ih po licu brazdaš
Ti masnoćom izgorena
Što masnoću sopstvene pohlepe
Bacaš u rijeku zaborava a ona je neće
Ti samljevena u dnu vrijednosti
Kao GM meso zalijeljeno za kosti gladnog djeteta
Šta te grafitom posmatra na zidu srama?

©Miroslava Odalovic