That Fucking Migraine…

Ethar Alali
Intimately Intricate
1 min readAug 15, 2018

Awaking on a summer morn,
With a vision that your life is torn,
Between fighting with every broken shill,
When nothing keeps you going…
…but will.

The time that it all takes up,
Demands, an overflowing cup,
But people don’t understand the trade,
That time, in it’s whimsy,
Gets everyone played!

As they go on earning their daily bread,
As others look upon with dread,
Since they get nothing of what it means,
When their safety is traded,
For magic beans!

Millions of a society,
Just ignored.
As the rest of them,
Are simply bored.
By the incessant normality,
Of persecuted cores,
In a society that prides itself,
In wars.

As an arm[y] here,
And a [some]body there,
People desensitised,
To a deathly stare.
Where the homeless,
Are in nobody’s care,
Yet they walk, one-paycheck,
From sitting there.

The victims of this world at large,
Are more than truth, reality, and our coffee charge,
Yet we won’t be associated with the weirder ones,
Who pop a flower in the army’s guns.

And I get it! They’re not the smartest ones,
But history has shown, they’re right, by tonnes!
The only place from this path we tread,
Is a civilisation where half of us are dead!

Heed the warnings from history.

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Ethar Alali
Intimately Intricate

EA, Stats, Math & Code into a fizz of a biz or two. Founder: Automedi & Axelisys. Proud Manc. Citizen of the World. I’ve been busy