A reflection on the book "Brave New World"

Helholtz shook his head. "Not quite. I'm thinking of a queer feeling I sometimes get, a feeling that I've got something to say and the power to say it - only I don't know what it is and I can't make any use of the power. If there was some different way of writing.... or else something else to write about..."

"It's not enough for the phrases to be good; what you make of them ought to be good too."

-Excerpt from 'Brave New World' by Aldous Huxley

These steel walls keep pressing
Breaking me inside-out,
tis bloodthirsty beast
Of tall buildings, neon lights
and random disguise.

Raping the innocence of soul
A stupor of madness
A heart cries for desire

Saints are weeping,
Their eyes bloodshot
And their flesh Thorne
By blades of the beast’s wings

Heroes’ caskets, buried in secrets-deep
In a marked thought
a forgotten wound
of past’s misfortune

I also am disguised
Clean with passion and arrogance
I am no longer human
but a victim of brutal purification.

And the earth’s dirt
are only eaten by men,
who seek truth within these
steel walls of disgust.