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Sonnet of Conspiracy Perhaps there's a monster under the bed, Perhaps there's a boogeyman in the closet. Perhaps they're sterilizing kids with vaccine, Perhaps they're controlling all with a radio set. Yes our science is well advanced, But not advanced enough to control minds. Besides mind-control needs no fancy tech, When people are run by smartphone chimes. Tales like these are good for entertainment, Amongst a bunch of kindergarteners. But being adult requires the use of reason, Without submitting to prehistoric fears. Treating insecurities with common sense, Anyone can manifest civilized sentience.

Handcrafted Humanity Sonnet 7 Give, give and give again, To give without reserve is living. Fall, fall and fall again, To fall without stopping is rising. Break, break and break again, To break without bending is integrity. Lose, lose and lose again, To lose without submitting is victory. Love, love and love again, To love despite being fooled is sanity. Help, help and help again, To help despite being deceived is humanity. To give is to live, that is the civilized normal. Kindness alone sets the human apart from animal.

Giants are not giants because of their victories, giants are giants because of the defeats to which they didn't submit.

Vagabond Light (The Sonnet) When the tide of realization comes, Theories and concepts cause but decay. In the kingdom of absolute oneness, Stoneage constructs wither and fade away. What am I gonna do with theories! I'm no intellectual obligated to be a smartass. I am but a fakir, a vagabond who knows nothing. So I submit myself at the mercy of the lovers. I'm tired of trying to be important to the shallow, I'm tired of trying to make sense to the senseless. Adjusting to prehistoric habits of a dualistic world, The mind loses touch with its magical magnificence. Let the light shine bright, dim it not to suit the prisoners! Does the sun come with a dimmer, because its radiance dimwits cannot bear!

Vandalism Ain't Activism (The Sonnet) Systemic change is a slow and tedious process, It doesn't happen overnight by vandalizing society. If vandalism and activism were one and the same, Our jungly ancestors would've been the ideal humanity. Change habits, change yourself, submit to no primitivity, The change that you dream of, be the epitome of that change. Obstructing traffic and refusing to let an ambulance pass, You're not fighting any crisis, but being a crisis yourself. Go fly a kite, it is good for the mind as well as body, Get lessons on common sense before appointing yourself king. The line between activism and terrorism is so thin that, Often many go astray without having the slightest inkling. I repeat, systemic change is a slow and tedious process. The more you rush with recklessness, the more you digress.

Battle Hymn of The Public (The Humanist Sonnet) Mine eyes have seen the glory, Of the rising of the Gods. We are fighting all the worry, Trampling authority of the frauds. We are awakening ourselves, Breaking the spell of tradition. Finally we are breathing free, Devoid of all segregation. We still have our prejudices, But we no longer bow to them. Biases may still prevail in us, No more do we submit to them. God ain't up there but here in you and me. Awake, Arise O Mighty Gods to die for the unfree.

The Commitment Sonnet Once you commit to something, Better give up life than the commitment. Once you make a promise, Better stop breathing than break it. Once you realize your purpose, Better be destroyed than forget it. Once you stand on your conviction, Better be broken to pieces than lose it. Submit, submit, o braveheart, Submit to something bigger than the self. Wipe out the self if necessary, Give all to your goal asking no help. Life has no meaning except self-preservation. Your destiny is determined by your action.

Liberationville (The Sonnet) When the blood is boiling and conscience is screaming, Stop not wishing for a messiah to appear. When the heart is beating and the mind is restless, Sit not praying for the miseries to disappear. When the veins are burning and nerves are revolting, Stay not cooped up in a cocoon of petty pleasures. When the lungs are choking and cells are aching, Stay not inanimate out of insecurities and fears. When the spine is bending and the head is drooping, Stay not silent submitting to tribal identity. When the knees are trembling and the throat is thirsty, Stand not frail as servant of conformity. When the eyes are teary and lips are dreary, never consider sitting still. Obliterate loyalty to atrocities of the norm waking up to liberationville.