Enigma

Psychos, freaks, beggars and thieves
The circus comes to town.
Ugly, sick and unclean – pretending
that it is your own.
Silently withering from disease
With arrogance, I watch you struggle on your knees.
So, go back to the cardboard city,
to the gutter and to your self-pity.
Your destroyed life and malfunctioning mind -
I won’t enrich a contaminated swine.
I am never going to pity
you, begging in the streets,
living life in dream, mirage, disorder
to fulfill your needs.
Desperately holding on to a vanity
A distorted sanity.
Hope has always been a drug for the lost
but the shattered remnants of life kill your enigmatic search.
As you wake up, the harsh truth contaminates you
and destroys your vision of a better world.
So, go back to the cardboard city,
to the gutter and to your self-pity.
Your destroyed life and malfunctioning mind -
I won’t enrich a contaminated swine.
I am still to solve the riddle
that shows itself all around
Disclosure of the fragile human nature
Failure’s to be found.
Stern and proud, you bear your cross,
condemned to forever feeling lost.
So, go back to the cardboard city,
to the gutter and to your self-pity.
Your destroyed life and malfunctioning mind -
I won’t enrich a contaminated swine.