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EARTH

Born
within loud yellings, shots and fire,
Burning houses, peoples, trees
You see dead bodies,
Crying kids
People fly, escape
without an aim
running far away

Where is this locus,
why so much pain?
why people born
In such a dire place?

Flams and lies
are special dishes
there’s no choice
unless
you will fall apart
become delicious
to hungry people
for force and cash
they need you only
to refresh
and feel more powerful
and wealthy

One more death
one more smile
there is one more number.
for a lifestile

and you
are one of billion
a victim of an endless ‚dream‘
cheers up live more tasty.
But who enjoys that
 is not you.

its not a show -
it feels like hell, and hurts.
but here’s no button STOP;
you can’t wake up. 
still
live in fear and dread within
harrowingly sorrows


But where is this locus,
why so much pain?
why people born
In such a dire place?

this place
is nothing else than our planet -
Called earth


this vicious cycle
will never end
till people rise up
together against this
unvisible fiend
that seems be unreachable.                

08.02.2022 DG