Birth..?
I have handcuffed that bastard
He doesn’t know his father
Yet camouflages under religions
Epics, fairy tales and science to claims
Honour as cowards boasts up on the spoils of war


The dream maker,
The dream raker
The dream breaker
The manufacturer of fools
To the toil and toil
Wasting ages contemplating
On future
Intoxicating today’s seconds
All this he knows
Yet pretends as smiling paper boat
In a swirl ..