Illusion

Twisting and turning they are,

Monsters of so-called renaissance

What else is there for me to see?

In the bubble of illusion let me be

Hatred, the rising of ugly heads

Where sensibility no more rewards

And rationality is hypnotized

I choose illusion to be ostracized

Where goodness is too good to be true

In face of fascism, humanity is a lost hue

Uninflected and pure, there’s no place

Only in my illusion, I find solace

No more can I see the stinging bees

And the paradise steadily collapse

It’s just another world, a better one

In my imagination, in my illusion

Better to be insane in the world of sane

Where convictions contort and manipulate

The right and wrong are camouflaged

Illusion is thus nothing; but make- believe