The sun,
still seems to turn around the earth.
Red,
still seems the hottest colour.
Gravity,
still seems to pull us only down.
Mirrors reverse.
Presence is absence reflected.
At zero,
the world flips inside-out.
Nuclear stockpiles, called deterrence.
Upside down! Echo world!
Wolves dress as lambs.
Warmongers, cavaliers of democracy.
Plunder, called aid.
Exploitation, called freedom.
Colonizing, plundering,
in the naming of democracy.
Upside down! Echo world!
Child-molesters, men of God.
Gun-advocates, lovers of peace.
Criminals crowned as saints.
Lorca, executed.
Socrates, condemned,
incantatory,
as corrupter of youth.
Upside down! Echo world!
Palestinians,“terrorists,”
while terrorized.
Indigenous,“savages,”
while savagely killing them.
Upside down! Echo world!
Obedience, paraded as moral strength.
Dissent, branded as treachery.
Civilization,
the noise we make
to hide silence.
But silence is the master.
Silence whispers:
every sound is its echo.
Upside down! Echo world!
They mistake rhyme for poetry.
They mistake poetry for prose.
They cannot stand a mirror
that does not flatter.
We live in the echo world.
Everything comes reversed.
We may walk straight,
but who will turn
the crookedness of our souls?
