swaddled in words/washed in emotions
we package our poor psyches
sell babies in marketplace
No body adopts-they all have children of their own
They say-we are FULL of poems
Make something NEW!We will buy film scripts
or advertising,or politicians speeches
but not these ragged orphans parading in lines
in the slave market of our crimes
Sell us silences and meditations
Rocks in our rivers so we can chant
and believe in connections
Not these rambling drunken Rumis
Mystic dervish contemporaries
If i hear another singer-songwriter
I shall finish this poem!
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