Kitten…boxes…foxes

The all-powerful slaves
Who can move rocks but choose do
Nothing.
Instead of have a life
Prefer to have a game.
Move on without changing
Anything.
The main force they have is word.
The weapon which was
Given,
Is laying under thousands lays of
Tricky lies
That it is free now, but
Forbidden.
And that’s the reason of exchanging it to the possibility to
Cry! Or even better…
                              Better…
                                        Better…
To not ask the everything-changing questions
Why?!
       Why?!
              Why?!
It’s been replaced by the pathetic cry
About how bad the life is.
I see a kitten in the street.
A naked, silly, howling kitten-man…
Come here.
Kis- Kis- Kis…
                     Kis- Kis- Kis…        
                                          Kis- Kis- Kis…        
His thought and aim and dream
Are now produced in boxes.
And when he poops,
The higher hand will
Clean…
        Clean…
                 Clean…
For cats don’t realize
That they are ruled by cunning foxes.
And seeing all of this becomes not such a big
Surprise!
Because instead of being kings and queens
They all prefer to live with open blind
Eyes…   
       Eyes…          
              Eyes…          
Decisions, plans, intentions…
Are written in a book called
Law.
The book which everybody doesn’t see,
But listens to.         
Where do we go this way?
It’s not a secret that we’re going
Low…
       Low…
              Low…
To the stages where our ancestors and fathers
Gave their blood to wash down the smothering
Ink. 
Where does the ink now?
It’s printed on a body of a human
Pig.
These animals are marked.
Their inky-written lives are formed by foxes.
What does the modern human life look like?
The explanation here is not too
BIG.
It hurts to see the degradation of a
Man.
Especially
When he puts on a costume and becomes a
Ram…
       Ram…
              Ram…