First Gong Vol. 8: Thrust FIRST GONG 8 THRUST | Page 287

Turn left, it’s bloom and boom
Not picking blue
Not picking black
Is it bleak then? No!
It must be somewhat in between
For accurate manifestation or manipulation.
Virtue over vices we preach
Young minds inundated with platitudes of diligence
Yet, tattered are the clothing of the man who earned an honest living.
Tale of the returnee soldier man
Daring the scorching Sun
He erects a pulpit at one corner of the four-junction highway
Calling all to repentance
With a rosy promise of afterlife.
At the other corner
Hums the sound of the other religion
Another corner, beams the noise of the secular world
All longing for the souls of the passers-by.
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