A rainy Sunday’s morning

A rainy Sunday’s morning

Time’s coordinates
Are also June and Sunday
For this windy & rainy morning


Sky is dirty white
Between
Heavy water clouds


Alarming studies about the jungle
And the ozone’s layer
Fill up the news

Negotiations continue between the leaders:
The people who represent us before
The leaders of the other ones

Nobody really cares about the other ones
Because everybody knows


They’re really silly, sad & bad

Everybody secretly knows that always something fails
And the talks will be suspended
And when they will be resumed


More powerful negotiators
Will find a nicer place to represent us:
The poor normal ones


So there is really nothing to worry about
Because another cycle of talks
Will be started again immediately, someday


I’m concerned about the paper’s price
Because if it continues rising
I’ll join the ignorant masses

By now I just want to beg God
To please protect me from the dictates
Of my wise representative ones


And from the work
Of the poor normal people
Who try to put them in practice


While taking care of their places
In the “society’s pyramid”
Gladly accomplishing the worst crimes, when they can


Just for the prize of being considered
As partisans and representatives of the powerful ones
By the others below them in the “society’s stairs”

Blindly following orders with a mental laziness
Quite similar to a conviction
I’ve never had about nothing

Except about this:
Truth will prevail and Justice too
But a lot of good ones will never know
When they finally won

This:
Everything, with quite few immaterial exceptions

Follows the less effort’s path
Three of them are: love, truth and justice

And this:
Everybody hates
Sunday’s morning rains

VABM Sunday, June 06, 2010