Do you know we embrace
The image not the reality?
We say we're free,
But our freedom's prescribed.
We live in the shadow lands;
Blind to the sun of original design.
We are like prisoners in the dark:
Carving idols out of stone;
Creating images on the walls
Of our ' civilized' caves.
Culture keeps us safe; keeps us warm.
A magic lantern box of tricks, flickers on
Perpetually, to keep us entertained.
We are living a lie from day to day.
From the cradle to the crave,
Everything here is pure fantasy.
It smacks of deep repression.
It is a gross denial of self hood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Intriguing poem. Are we 'live in the shadow lands'? Do you believe in the concept of 'Everything here is pure fantasy'?
Thanks Amir. It was inspired by Plato's cave analogy from the Republic. I applied it to contemporary consumer driven society.