Disquiet

Disquiet

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All those years doubles

the burden of the days to come

in a lofty space among vibrations

of the machines placed far away

I feel lighter than a falling feather

of the chopped of bird

…and when I see Men struggling

to become what they never will

I remind myself on earthquake

although far away, the pain hits harshly

lest the sorrow devastates me entirely.

All those children frozen beneath

the greed made of concrete lacking still

hungry senile sleeping 4 days in a car

historical sites turned to ashes

so many souls departed all sorts of ages

all sorts and nuances of radiation

entangled into other dimension

gazing at us merciless and bizarre

man-like creatures they remain

flabbergasted, yet unable to tell

the lesson we must learn by solely

Ourselves

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