Neruda Inspires

When you say that the world is going ahead, isn't it possible that you were walking backwards?
If the world is crazy except for one person, will that one person be called crazy?
When they bomb India, would there be a population explosion in heaven too?
Since men are from Mars, if I kill one, is it fair to judge me on Earth?
Why does it not rain upwards on the other side of the globe?
Is the blue sky a pale reflection of the blue sea?
Why is pink flesh in the brain called grey matter?
When the world starts to shrink will you and I meet again?

Small Man 2

Black holes in his creepy smile
Blue veins shivered live and vile
There was never a wickeder wink
There was never a darker noon
The hyena, he visited me again

He hid his claws for they were stained
With backbiting and distorted truths.
He spun more lies and knotted them more
And gathered many to listen to his tales.
What did he know about the clever ears!

They heard, they nodded
They grunted, they laughed
But listened with clever ears.
The hyena went on and on
They encouraged him for more

The happy ending:
Lies were burnt
And truth redeemed
It was a fair trial
In which the hyena lost.