Here is wisdom
It is the devil’s scent
The putrid stench of conformity
marked by the awestruck faces
of those seduced by its beauty.
It is the Black Rose of the world,
but they think it is beautiful and unique.
They ignore the seduction
they’ve been exposed to.
The hypnotizing words
of inferiority and superiority.
All wanting to be a part of the majority,
willing to do anything to fit in,
yet never wanting to cross the fence of uncertainty,
where the imagination is free to roam.
The desolate fields of innocence and integrity,
where there are no invisible barriers
to suppress your innermost thoughts.
It is the land of free will and equality.
A parallel universe that speaks the truth.
It affirms all their beliefs
that the truth is out there.
Yet they create a labyrinth of lies
with myriad traps
and only one way out.
What are the odds of redemption
when all other paths lead
to their idea of retribution?
Is there anyone who can withstand
the influence of the ignorant propagation
considered to be society’s ideologies?
Or will they all conform
to the android’s attire?
The present reveals
that they are all fascinated
by the sight of the Black Rose.
And yet, no one bothers to cross the fence
and admire the Bleeding Heart.