My contributions to this world
will not be in graphs on a slide
They won't impress people who
judge them for wrong and right
they wouldn't be for today,
tomorrow or the days to come
and they won't justify yesterday or
why we are what we've become
They'll be a perception
And that's all they'll ever be
My perception
Of how this world should've been
my contributions won't make my parents proud
Or feed my children, if they exist, I doubt
For they'll be for the dead
And for the ones yet to come
They'll sing to the souls
who haven't heard the humming jays
They'll let the ones speak
who are too dumb today
Beware,
For they won't make any sense
their beauty could only be captured on a camera without a lens
And the photographs would be seen only by the blind
There won't be any hidden meaning
for those who long to find
they'll be pure ugly and they won't praise any kind
For, my contributions to this world
will not be for this world
For, this world isn't what it should've been
It's a sensible world for the ones with senses
for the ones, to whom,
my contributions would be too mean.
This world is for you.
I see you own it as we speak,
for you might not be able to
the next life you breathe.
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