The scattered darkness doesn’t devour the inside darkness
I fail to purchase peace in the hieroglyphics of honking hazards
Slogans of eternity and prosperity are bartering souls
The crossfire of life and death demands commercial drowning
The black and blue of the body are demanding political rights
In a world where voting dreams are deafened by valorisation of the void
Kabira is standing at the cross road pulling the mask of illusion
Switching the language and land in shifting tectonic plates
Tweeting, retweeting, following, and unfollowing hope and dreams
The subscription to life expired, and the EMI of existence has been questioned
Still in the gala of life’s garden and hunger for power and fame, I am walking
On the tight rope of nukes and conspiracy
Consciousness is sleeping and snoring on the falling life’s sounds
The solar powered stability and certainty exchanged on the dinner tables
The barren landscape is devolving a new dynamic on Mars
While the karma chakra is scorched in the privileged culture
Life’s spinning top churning in the meaningless AI meanings
The passwords of permutation are buying time from 24*7 work
Blurring the naked truth and body on the subliminal level
Subtracting joy by multiplying money and dividing by stress
Concertina wires are growing in the mind
Metaphorically, we are having bliss in hypocrisy
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