You shrug and say that times are hard
As we sit in the park
Then your thoughts they went somewhere dark
And as your shades they block the light
Your hands they sweat with fright
And you are high as a kite
From young and self-righteous
To this aching incontinence
My past lives are often kept
Preserved in the postcards
I love all my children
And though they’re not born yet
I write to and for them
In these words that I’ve spoken
Lost on the Red Mile
I called from the embassy
But borders were closed that day
They said it was locust
In the form of a hurricane
When I look at fossils
I feel so accomplished
Watch how ill join them
Will you be my apostle
Recount my experience
And all that was in between
From Veda to Science
Augustine - Mujahideen
The facts are a matter
Of fiction on platters
Served to reduce strife
In this pulsating crack of life