I do not Belong

I do not belong. I do not belong to this world- this rarified world of riches, glittering lapis pools under neon lights, temperature controlled, feeling controlled, where a smile is to be paid for, a drink-a weekly wage, a touch- a month's toil; everything is for sale, everything can be bought. Helping hand- available for a price, for a price- a piece of the sky, a bit of sand, song of waves. For a bit more, permission to air pollute, water pollute, noise pollute, land pollute, mind pollute-rubbish, filth everywhere.

I do not belong to this world of overfed, over drunk, bloated bodies, barely covered, glittering with jewels-vaccuous souls, nothing more,no spark, no song, no space in their buried hearts for a deep breath.

I do not belong-in this trap-a pina colada quietens the inner voice, quells the rebellious heart,furious swimming deadens the mind- the cost of these lapis pools, exhausts the clamoring heart- to escape, from all this human pollution of the educated, wealthy, priviledged, developed, westernized-to escape where the human heart dwells in innocence, where sharing is smile,food, home, heart, all-to realise how crumpled this own heart has become-to unfold, smoothen and set it free-to fly the wandering winds.