(The pictures words are the first lines of the poem)
Thats what you say…
What about the constant
What about the illogical
These things you toss inside
Out of greed, jealousy and…
Selfish imaginations… Evil
Mistake… I think premeditated
Consciously unconcious we are.
You don’t know
You don’t care
You said we could
We don’t remember
Ignorant as well. The blunder
Both sides the controller and
The restrained, both fit this invoice.
The power alone makes everyone gaga
The drive for fiat makes everyone a fiasco
Crazy, for more, though filled to the brim
Failure, because they miss the point
There is no value in a symbol
Neither meaning in a commodity
The fish is hooked, the fisherman
Is a glutton, the stage is not the sea.
Beached ourselves into death.
Let me see the record straight.
Let me show you the doors of your haven.
Let me portray, the revealed truth.
Let me display my loveless sympathy.
Grasp this concept.