Even gods laugh

I awake to a clear blue sky, 
every morning 
The tropical forest

A green canopy  of small hills, 
with patches of rusty iron sheets, 
The local natives

When the ancient man left the caves, 
the hunt with the hounds, 
the stones and the hides,

to the jets in the skies, 
the heavy smoke in the streets
burning fossils and minerals, 
he should have loved the music

dance your way to the moon

The groove of the moving earth, 
the roar of a hurricane, 
and the bubbling of molten rock

the perceptions of faith

“This is a punishment from the gods”
“disown my blood for deviations”
“infidelity or atheism?”

The world loves a good story
Mr. President loves a good camera, 
a red tie and shiny motorcade

My mom enjoys a silent morning, 
no sirens, 
or chemo

I guess she must pay tribute
To the ancient man or the gods?

That the present paves the future, 
to the moon or the grave?

I love the sound of my key tabs
Tap the glass screen, 
scroll the immoral

The truths and the facts

His Excellencyis black,
that’s a fact

He is an international hero, 
thats a truth

The truth? 
That African leaders dream our countries away?

No! 
African leaders dream the world away!

The fact? 
World leaders are dreaming the world away

So I awake to a crimson sky
It is World War IV
Man and his nukes

The ancient man speaks to the gods, 
“I did my job right.”
“I defeated my greatest invention.”
“Civilisation.”

And the gods reply, 
“you sure did take your time!”
“Hahaha!”
“One hell of a mistake creating you! “

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