Rubber wonderland (Text by Dom Barra - Artwork by Dom Barra)
We live in a wonderland of commercialised freedom,
Dreams are on sale,
Happiness in a swipe,
Smiles are quickly out of season,
and our reality is corrupted.
How does it feels to be categorized?
Labels on our eyes,
Trash in our mouth,
Lies in our ears,
Stitches on our thinking.
How does it feels to be made free individuals
When what we are,
It’s what we were given by someone we don’t know
Who puts our life in a standard
Represented on a statistic diagram by a line
That goes up and down
On which they hang our independence.
Our simplicity fills their banal, sad, daily life.
Our happiness in their brief cases measured by marketing researches.
Our brains washed and manipulated to achieve private profit.
How does it feels to be held by a string
Which is attached to a balloon
That is filled with “apparent-happy non sense”,
Which seems flying well,
And flies ,
Flies towards a black hole
That leads to nowhere.
How does it feels to be the mice in the trap?
How does it feels to be enriched morally with crap.
How do you feel?
You still smiling careless!?!
You might be right,
I might be wrong.
Artwork - Head Brander - 2012 - Computer generated picture