the prisoner

why can’t sunsets be blue
why can’t I speak the truth with you
why must birds be so shy
why must earth stay away from the sky

why not we often speak
why not we reach the peak
who shall us in trouble counsel
who shall us in danger foretell

why and who and when and where
all meet in the mirror and stare
at the prisoner in the orange suit
like an open ripened eastern fruit

ripe for rapid consumption
ready to be loudly burst
raised for wanton destruction
all bad things were innocent first

hacker

Author: Ajay Ohri

http://about.me/ajayohri

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