These days, some talk about fellow human beings as being “human garbage”. Others try to sleep in garbage as they wait for a miracle.
Nothing new.
“Mosquito, she had said, had asked Ear to marry him, whereupon Ear fell on the floor in uncontrollable laughter. ‘How much longer do you think you will live?’ she asked. ‘You are already a skeleton.’ Mosquito went away humiliated, and any time he passed her way he told Ear that he was still alive.”
– Chinua Achebe
Mosquito The darkest sun Got it down eyelids drawn Mosquito mosquito Wastes the tic tac of time Mosquito mosquito I crossed the line but didn't Know how to come back Mosquito mosquito Coma is gone but I'm lost to human garbage drum drama drum No words will make it up In the numb dump drum drama drum Drip drop Drip drop Too late to say sorry is Drum drama drum Mosquito mosquito Say sorry too and go So I can go back to bed With or without dreams Of the darkest sun Mosquito mosquito What about a fortune cookie With a win-win inspirational quote To finish it off? "The essence of non-violent technique is that it seeks to liquidate antagonisms but not the antagonists." - Gandhi
