THE RIVER | A POEM BY DR.MILLZ

I shall speak

I shall voice it out

Even when my words seem unripe, yet

I shall still enunciate

I am afraid to be happy

My angels are out there, trying to ride

But their end seems not to meet their means

They disguise to be happy

But deep down, they are doleful

Pedagogues turn to slaves of wealth

For they get rejected by their students

(who they milked with their bosom of wisdom)

When those get a sip of the honey of life

Yet, these stars never stop shining on more souls.

Melancholy!

You are now a diamond

That never wants to lose its shine

But you are ready to channel your anger

To the lashing of your mini-god in your words

Now you are a superstar

Who ate the fruit of forgetfulness

The stars who made you a super one

Exist in your memory no more

Even when you know your backbones live

In the grimness of the economy

And you lord over the economy

You become a river that forget its source

Do you know of what becomes of such?