Life is tough for an idealist. To content oneself with the lie that our world can still be reformed. To stand up to one's rights. To not be able to watch injustice and tyranny. To defend one's principles and ideals. To be a reformer; optimistic, buoyant and utopian. To be impractical in every sense there is. To be me.
We today, at the pinnacle of our civilisation don't bother looking back, looking down, at the hindrances; at the obstacles of our long hike to the crown of where we stand today. Those hindrances that we temporarily dealt with then and there. Yet, we carried them as hosts, feeding on our backs. Because they had the better part of us. Because they were things that we humans weren't capable of disposing off once and for all. And, never will be.
Bringing in the topic, intoxication. Or, to be more precise alcohol. Look around yourselves. Indeed, little has something done more harm to our society; a free, secular society than the advent of this legal poison, taken uniformly across all its sections. Look around yourselves. Look at the signature this thing leaves wherever it goes. Done ?? You might not have been able to visualise it's effect on the so called upper section of the society but, try visualising this. People are forced, packed; yes, like cartons; literally packed into cars and sent back home to prevent any further damage to the gathering or the party they were attending.
There you go, that's the reality. And the poem that follows, I crafted it intricately, as an expression of my disgust. And in such a manner that if words were to change hearts for once in history I'd like it to be the moment. So, go forth and experience this moment of truth and stone cold reality. Come face to face with what you were trying to avoid. I introduce to you,
Intoxication
When the sun goes down,
And in their emotions men drown,
When they realise they need it.
Carve for it, every little bit of it.
It's a moment quite unlike any other,
When it's not about air they bother.
It's allure grows deeper and deeper,
Till all other desires fall cheaper.
A cynical deception for the sober,
Yet, a pleasure drunks can't get over
Embedding itself beneath the skin,
A fight that they cannot ever win.
Each moment of it them u deprive,
Feels like an eternity to survive.
A veil of ignorance covers them,
Which I cannot help but condemn.
A sense of vulgar satisfaction,
Demanding strict legal action.
And yet they roam about in the street,
And with their rancid breath they greet.
A virtue of darkness it certainly is,
That parents endorse all this.
It's all right to take just a sip,
And into the world of darkness forever slip.
And what once brought elation,
Now brings but intoxication.
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