For Peace

This is a new poem I wrote today. It might not mean anything, but I'll explain it at the end.

I'd smoke it
but I would haved
chocked it
I'd poke it
but i
t's already broken

The Fathua Lingua
of this society
isn't what it is
or is it even
what it used to be

We've leaned
to hate!
For what we have
made ourselves into
A perception
only a caveman could agree
A perception of how
man used to live

I hate
what changes they made
to the world
I'm abused
by the scattering
gathering, forgetting
what it was like
to be alive

I'd smoke it
but I would have chocked it
I'd poke it
but it was
already broken



The Meaning of things

I'd smoke it
but I would have chocked it


Is how a head of the hunters would smoke after achieving something, but in the future, "the ones suited up" would choke on their smoke after they found out how much they've made out of money money laundring.

I'd poke it
but it was
already broken


Is how an adventurer would find land to conquere but in the end "the ones suited up" gets it all f'ed

the rest

Go figure

A link to a song I made for my band Sakti called "Mengejar Bintang Di Langit" LINK