73/Poem/What kind of protection
With what kind of protection
You want to shield your relatives and friends
With your feeble moral standard?
Your half-witted intelligence?
Your contaminated and preconceived thinking?
Your title or your limited finance and energy?
Or anything else, worth to speak of?
Oh foolish scholar,
Educated arrogant idiot!
Does it feel good
To be a temporary hero?
But you and I know
At the end you'll be a big Zero,
Just a domesticated labourer
At the most!
Then laugh or cry
You alone will have to bear your lot
No one would ever know
The pressure and loneliness of your soul!
God alone (perhaps me too)
I pity you
With truthful sadness:
You think you hurt me,
But the one who gets hurt is you!
I feel sorry
Because I know:
You only pretend to feel good.
You build up some momentary fantasized excitement and happiness,
Just to look "cool"!
Just to save your pretty face:
While suffer in silence the subtle menace
Of the masked controlling near ones!
Oh God helps you! God helps you...
My poor fool!