Soul In The Market

An addicted time
After the murder of God
Got hid and fled from here

No one got him
This is explained as his hiding

Then he is not seen
And will hardly be seen

Some outdated people
Gathering the false evidences
Says- 'God was not killed'
-'He is in our soul.'
They are liars in every way
The reason- we have no soul
The soul is in weighing machine
And getting exchange rate
With price tag of the capitalist market.

Subash Khanal
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