Asylum

                                    Asylum

What a wonderful life

By a tall pine tree

Dozens of olive trees

Barren dusty field

I feel good

Good and dumb

Blessed by ancient ruins

Far away  oceans away

From intelligent sharks

Far from Ignorant winds

Brainwashed citizens asleep

I listen to

Marble columns whistling

My brain baking in the sun

Its 2000 years after Cesar

Age of computer assisted meanness

Much changed since then

I seek asylum

Will olive trees grant my wish?

Do home made lies prevail?

Wonderful questions

Tomorrow the sun will rise

Tomorrow

I ask a tall  pine tree

I ask for asylum

Tomorrow a tall tree

Shall decide my tomorrow

Shall decide my tomorrow