An Old Pending (yet confused) Apology

it is high time we apologized

that is more of a prophesy

than a pathetic theory

our field of visions is disguised

integrity victimized

thanks to an aging controversy

we have vehemently promoted war

testimonies are well engraved

in slang, in refined oratory

in vulgarity and stylish poetry

hopes astray off the shore

says a political sociologist

but the gravity has been confirmed

beyond live, dying and dead métáphor

reports The Enigmatologist

I agree, our world is so tight

it drowns in a shred of tide

a victim of some crushing fist

is that the truth once caved

now about freshly saved

off the jaws of the dimming mist

excuse me

I hope you wouldn’t mind

but what would it cost me

say, approximately

if I am to buy me a planet

you know what, forget it

no matter how costly

it remains a pledge we signed

a fantasy, fake and shabby

boldly adopted as a Plan B

a contingency designed

to ease The Day of Shift