Inviting metanoia
Disgusted
with the world;
What
intelligence cannot turn the salty water sweet?
The
liquid crisis will melt at ease.
Agonies
of salt occupy the disbelief of sweetness.
No,
say those prophets, please do not respect us
And
keep us grounded in those walls,
Worship
and chain those you replicate and emulate.
Wars
will in to time cease.
Weapons
scared of betraying bitterness.
Ah!
How horrible those excess of food fed in the oceans,
Our
guts do not put them into the mouths starving.
Hungers
will freeze.
Poverty
insists on feeding pockets of darkness.
I
wish I had a lab where I’d invent air, water, light,
A
meaningful machine that’d turn war into peace;
Would
I be called intelligent if I didn’t enter into a fight?
Would
the world cure with a whole lot of bliss!
06 September 2014
Note: Metanoia means a change in
our mental model – a shift in the way we think
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