Oil My Engine

This engine runs on
words, ideas, emotions, feelings
This engine runs on
why the fat lady sings
This engine runs on
beauty, wonders and grace
This engine runs on
what Dorian saw on his face
This engine runs on
Martin Luther King's dream
This engine runs on
Edvard Munch's scream

This engine is making
funny noises
This engine is running
out of choices
This engine is getting
filled with rust
Because there is a drought
of trust
There is a famine of
divine wine
There is the murder of
what is mine

Oil my engine
Give me what is mine.

Inspired by: "The mind of a Poet is a creative engine of beauty, wonders and grace to diffuse love, harmony; to learn and to teach; to instruct and defend art and the language; and to stimulate intuition and imagination. A Poet paints with words, and writes with mathematized forms of geometric metaphors.”
— Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU