Silence came to me. The word was suddenly empty, and the dialogue numb.

I wasn’t sure whether I was in a dream or elsewhere.

When I heard the bombings, I was reminded of democracy in destruction. Of shamelessness.

Fragmentation. Vacuum.

History disappears. To what, right?

There is nothing but one word; extermination.

And Lies! Fuck those bastards. Shameless Rats.

This time no one can close a door. It’s a narrow, opening to something else.


This poem is about: 
Our world


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