The madman is the only same being
In his kingdom of fantasy
And he is right
In the mirror on the wall
He sees a one-eyed king
On the throne of blind subjects
With the eye recipe on his platter
And blind faces beseeching
His theories are infallible
In his unique society
Where, as an aristocratic privileged
In the population of zombies
His word is law
The zombies are apparently well fed
With swollen bellies and heads
Yet consciously fed up
With tiny legs, hands and necks
The result of depression.
(Wednesday 10th September,1997)
A creation full of metaphors, beautifully articulated with mystical words. Loved the way of your presentation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mirror on the wall! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
I appreciate Edward. Thanks.