The Kali Yuga Does Its Work,
by J. W. Cassandra
My worths, belongings
origin but from other world
not this visible world –
as ever, I get my exile
since, me nobody recognizes.
And as ever, I throw by full hands
my empty treasures for them
who are blind to see behind
– as ever, I again go into exile
my help was nothing for humans,
my worth is nothing for mortals –
immortal treasures I throw on you;
after leaving, maybe, you’ll see the route…
When the strange kali yuga comes forth
nothing remains any more clean,
every spots of dirt turn into chains,
Binding those thinking clean themselves, though.
But nothing is clean in its shade,
nobody, nothing are free any more.
And the kali yuga does its work –
who then awakes will be free of dirt…
14/02. 2020., by J. W. Cassandra
