Head in hands
Head in hands, I stare
-at papers on the desk
-many books in the shelves
-and websites with claims
-on the peace and murders.
Scroll down and feel
-lonely and too tired…
Radio is on and
-she speaks of weather
-and Earth’s Climate:
– “I am a teenager…”
She can’t vote just because
-has less than legal age!
I see me in the boat
-in secret, hideaway
-from mass of pirates…
-whose gain is of shackles
-on Black Africans…
Slaving is legal…
I laugh loud at the words
-of “Legal! “, “Illegal! “
Who sets them?
With what right?
Wish I had never come
-to a world, full of lies
-where rivers of blood
-keep running
-where deserts are dried
-of truth and the hearts
-that care and rather die
-than being brutal…
Wish I had never come!
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