Wide Inside Society

They gathered their souls
and put it in a basket colored with the rainbow.
Today we will say truth in our fathers tongue
and bury our mothers with no murder.
Trees gathered there to make sheets,
some trees offered their branches as fibers,
the ones that made up the home of plastics.
It was a plastic surgery.
Brains were collected in place of lukewarm waters,
truths were traded for diamonds lies,
the ones that glittered in colors of grey.
There would be no yes or no,
From now henceforth, everything and everyone is relative.
We are all descendants of Pinocchio and his father is God.

Ruddapoet