All things said and done,
I’m still looking through the shattered stained glass for a solution,
a brighter day may come,
but unless I tune my ears,
it will fade away,
like a little sister who drowns in tears of despair,
her pink bunny transformed into a dildo,
her dildo transmutated into a womanizer,
her womanizer turned into a confessor,
her confessor converted into an A-bomb,
her A-bomb changed into tears of despair,
like a little suicidal sister who drowns in sweet virginal blood,
a real solution for imaginary problems?
an imaginary solution for real issues?
The world keeps spinning round and round,
a week ago, thousands of children died of hunger in Africa,
six days ago, another Qom cried because he/she was no longer free in a democratic country,
the next day, 5 CEOs moved the clock down to extinction for marlins close to 0,
four days ago, nothing happened?
three days ago, another one bite the dust while sending a tweet,
the next morning, police raided a theatre looking for drugs, while a judge bought it in the courthouse,
yesterday, 523,245 million dreams and hopes fade away,
today, a little sister was sodomized, while I was writing this poem,
an answer knocked at my door,
I wasn’t the proper question for it,
she went back to the world crying in despair,
no one believe the story we told,
she bleed herself alone and ashamed to death…
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