Black Venture
p. 54 · Read in the full issue
By Aivu Kula
Gripped by a white whirlpool I mercilessly tread on the peace of tradition Breaking the undisturbed bone of my ancestors Unlawfully cracking the dawn of nature And cursing my right of birth Then It’s new, they say Better and rewarding Come and take, they say Greed and selfishness inherit my soul Making me a parasite To devour the wastes of temptation Searching for myself in nowhere Like a blind man fighting darkness Again It’s new, they say Better and rewarding Come and take, they say A photocopy of the west Wandering the wilderness of civilisation Becoming a token of the rare And a homeless shame of pride Pounding on the locked doors of reality Once more It’s new, they say Better and rewarding Come and take, they say But What’s new?
What’s better?
What’s rewarding?
Come and take
