Controlling the Mind

the juggle of bone

and soul

the hum and rhythm of

wheels on steel

a bright afternoon’s sun

sitting on my eyelids

featherlight

but my thoughts are

elsewhere

stuck in the sands of

a questionable humanity

the sophisticated West

unwilling or unable to

understand the ancient East 

the madness of religion

the hypcrisy of politics

each burying the truth

controlling the mind

but tearing world into pieces

drowning humanity’s soul

in blood

 

By  Paolo Michell

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About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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