About Riya

OSTENTATIOUS REALITY
What am I gonno do,
About this forest fire that spread from a cigarette
And consumed an entire civilization of -
Little people in their little green kingdom.
Wiped out the traces of their footsteps
With one swing.

What am I gonno do,
About the dark wasteland of Brownfield,
And the rivers laced with arsenic,
The fishes that drink in petroleum,
That took the whiteness of the white whale,
When smoking-chimney of an activating factory,
Spat out venom.

What am I gonno do,
About this sinking town with a drinking problem,
Where people come and go and life goes on, like
A merry-go-round, In circles they say we move,
Where every face tells a story
Watch out for those eyes that glow,
In the dark.

What am I gonno do,
When the Wisdom Tree is taken down for paper,
When the last of our kind is put to sleep,
In death like comatose, some nights do not have
Sunrise. When some go and never come back,
To break the spell.

What am I gonno do,
When I stare at the empty landscape in wide angle,
And the landscape stares back at me in despair,
This summer, that winter, the river rose from
The ice that melt like ice-cream under the sun
And made a giant wave.

What am I gonno do,
About the hole in the azure blue sky that let out,
All the souls to heaven and let in the ultra-violet,
And burnt remnants of the once empire of Man,
Shall die a lonely death, in this out-of-order world,
That’s the sign.

Now is the time, now is the game,
Stop the pawn and the king from their devastating motives,
To let Green Doors of five elements in Preservation Land.
Lock it and put an out-of-order sign.
To let in light and let out the de-humanizing,
Moral pollution of our kind.

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