JUSTIFICATION
With a stone I strike a stone
to mould a spark
a fire to become and add
an inch onto the leg
of the limping man who
after he admires
the ridiculous turn of this earth
and after he immortalizes it
on his canvas
into a conflagration his fire will grow
to burn the unequal world
when from the bottom of the lake
I pull mud and place it
in the limping man’s palms
he alone, who in deficiency exists
will mould the perfect universe
from the beginning people concerned
and beasts he’ll create
women who laugh
with their loosened hair
in the afternoon breeze
unforgettable sunsets and
when the limping man has graced
all eyes with benevolence
I shall give him summer wine
onto the clouds I shall enthrone him
pure and mature and loosened
and after inebriation settles in
revengeful and spiteful
to justify the cry
Good Lord, have mercy on us
don’t drink again
(If this poem touched you, you may find more about this poetry book in the following link)
