ROUTES TO THE GREEN END

There are two doors to the green end
Even to pray the so called Almighty
Here are doors reserved for
The heavier your valets, the faster you reach
The heavier your valets, the closer you stand.


There are two worlds to the green end
Divided the worlds outside these worlds stand
Clamped between the iron walls
Tears that roll down are hang frozen on to the cheeks
Before they on to the muddy earth beneath fall down.


There are two paths to the green end
Our tastes are determined by them
Our clothes are tailored by them
Our breaths are pumped by them
Our blood is insured for their lives surveyed upon our lives.


There are two boroughs to the green end
Every brick that goes into the erecting walls
Every time its replaced is legally stolen again
Our roofs are safe entry for Sun, rain and wind
Our worries are ours but also their merry making ferries.


There are two bridges to the green end
Armies of intellectuals, contingents of mafia to cross over
Roles have gone topsy – turvy, looks haplessly remixed
Hanging on to the horns of antelopes attempting to jump across
Ovens without fire, bowls without rice and lips without smile.


There are two indecisions to every decisions
While everything falls apart into bits and pieces
Clocks standstill to witness the stillness of parity
Likeminded assembled to discuss the chaos
Again to find the new routes to the green end.