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
