REMORSE

Mayday! Mayday! I am sinking, crashing !

I dream avocation meeting vocation
When the king finds isolation,
one that's not peaceful but fearful perhaps,
smell of burnt brass and not mown grass perhaps...

When narrow minded walls shatter,
and my own myths batter,
I aspire for springs, showers, power and skies....

When orator finds in his audience no consolation,
one that's not rebellious but perilous perhaps
silent though but mute not perhaps....

When the willow bents with humility against gale
and clouds sail over bellows with grace
At that moment , I ask O Almighty! , give us power to admit...

When we are lured for just another useless piece of metal,
Amazed not but greedy perhaps,
Admitting not but overlooking perhaps,
At that moment, I ask O Almighty! , can i be forgiven...

When the people you love seem most alien
When the very mother acts like a chamelion,
When her own milk becomes the source of poison,
At that moment, I ask O Almighty! , is it doomsday...