Daydreaming in the middle of an environmental forum
I smiled and fantasized,
Behind the blue screen.
Listening to my speech,
Tormented,
Time and again
I imagined tortured words,
Suffocated doves,
Pleading me
to spare them pain.
Edgy scribbling words
on discarded paper,
Recalling rosy time
and diligent campaigns.
I closed my eyes.
Dreamt walking to the podium
and yelling :
Distinguished guests,
Good morning.
Good morning,
Ladies and gentlemen.
I am a nameless
faceless man.
Hidden before a large screen.
Gigantic, velvety,
But laced I fear
with violent thorns.
I have wasted ages
Silent,
Without shabby discourses.
Patient,
Blowing my time away
in a self-imposed
infamous calaboose.
Done entertaining now.
I know
This is not a modest forum,
And apt not the time,
And irrelevant words.
I never claimed
I can change your world.
But this,
I tell you.
If you seek a clean environment
Listen to me.
For I too I yearn
to see a greener world.
Emissions of this man's greed
like a deadly sulfur!
It must be captured.
And I made my hunting tools.
Over there,
My gadgets to reap ether
and I have countless jars
of unsoiled kinder fuels.
Harnessed from the glorious sun.
Filtered through gusty winds.
I am a nameless faceless man
and I hope you understand,
Many thanks
Distinguished guests,
Ladies and gentlemen.
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