Metamorphosis

Metamorphosis I woke up this morning With a feeling of dread; I felt I was a-borning, Where I'd be better if dead! I woke up to religion, My brother was some other, I belonged to a region, All issues were my bother. What was once a call to prayer Was so much noise to me, I wanted to strip the layer, Hidden idols there to see. Where dress scarcely mattered, (Pugh, burkha, saffron scarf) My fragile beliefs lay tattered, Common sense would dwarf. My angst would not be bottled, Imagined slights would rile me, Your freedom makes me feel throttled, I won't let things be as they be. I'd take up a gun tomorrow, Set right things as I deem fit. Notions of nations make me sorrow, As causes just waver and flit. I am so lost and adrift, Have donned the mantle of Samsa, A vermin in thought is my shift, An abhorrent creature of Kafka! ~kcm (Gregor Samsa wakes up one morning changed into a vermin, a cockroach, in Franz Kafka's Metamorphosis. Just wondered if our minds have undergone this type of change)