Earth, Earth, Earth …
Just a house with sparsely spaced continents;
What we call countries mark our different but
Intricately designed rooms, some of which are divided
By an ambitious swimming pool.
Easy to forget we are all connected
Till you remember we rely on the same light;
Probably a good thing that the orb of light
Is within sight, and not within reach,
You just know some eager fellow
Would’ve already tried to claim it as their own.
And guess what? Those that play the part of our parents?
Those that claim to run governments, in our best interests?
Making rules behind their lavish podiums?
Do more when fattening their pockets with that Charles Darrow currency.
This is why I chuckle when they think I am, at all, interested in what they have
No, you delusional pieces of unintelligible refuse
The only time you could ever have me flinching;
Fighting fiendishly, for something I want
Is when you manage to make yourself at home
In the world that inhabits my mind.
But till then,
And like a good little boy/girl
Keep playing boss in your dollhouse.
– O.D. ©2019
Art by: nehas91
9 Replies to “Dollhouse.”
Thank you, Manu.
Reblogged this on The Bag Lady and commented:
Well said, O.D.
Thank you my friend 🙂
OK! I like this. Who made the blueprint for all those “rooms” anyway.
Still searching for the architect. Believe me I have a LOT of questions 😅
Thought provoking — as always.
Thank you, Mina🙂