Life has no origin
History classifies it
The painter holding a brush
Not knowing what to paint next
If only the human mind understood
The relative structure of life
Alas! It’s known only
To the brush of the painter itself
Withhold the lies of the preacher
Withhold the lies of the intellectual
Withhold the lies of the initiated
Till ‘the lie’ becomes a manufactured feeling
Efficiency is a creature of misfortune
Whether it be fascism, communism or capitalism
Simply gather the references
Just go to school kids
Withhold the lies of of the banker
Withhold the lies of the salesman
Withhold the lies of the politician
Until ‘the lie’ becomes a manufactured feeling
The lie…the lie…the lie…the lie
Someone please tell ‘the lie’
Not to become my bitch
Just go and fuck itself
Babar's Musings 