[B]Something like poem [/B]

[Tumi]

Like the sun illuminating a golden dust to
Simulate the moon and arouse the hidden goddess of Nile,
The proud coitus moments fill the filthy bodies with seeds of God consciousness,
After the pleasure, only conscious ones shall be born.
Wrapped in newspaper and bin plastic, where politics are sharpened
And the mightier pen licks blood of tortured souls.
Frayed wombs bearing within smithereens,
Burned, broken and bruised,
Left soaking in tears of Papa’s eye, wishing his children remains caged
So they can learn to behave.