DESTRUCTION IS KNOCKING

Hey, hold on, green lustful gentleman:
What are you doing?
Hold on, spend some minutes to think:
Where are you going to?
Sweetness is flowing within you:
What are you touching?
Things are falling apart in your head:
What is touching you?
You look with your myopic eyes:
What do you see?
Now you want to grab it very fast:
But how will it taste?

Ho! Lust, why do you restrict them from thinking?
Look at me now and answer me, why?
Why do you press them down to keep on sinking?
Why do you press them there to die?

Green lustful gentleman, listen to me:
Free yourself from the hands of Lust.
I asked her some questions; she didn't answer.
She is pushing you down there into destruction:
Where you'll go, and never come back...

ISAAC ESSOUN