i built a nice cottage
by the beach
i put some wooden chairs
and a bamboo bed
there are glasses there
and a pitcher for drinking
water
i have a well and a rope and
a bucket
which you can use for free
i leave the gate open
the doors too
the roof is wide and
the rain will not get
you wet
i wish for trust and leave
the place for everyone's use
the day after, the glasses
are broken
the rope cut, trash thrown into
the well
and water becomes unpotable
the bamboo bed destroyed
the and the wooden chairs too
how destructive could you all be?
when you could have used it for free?
what worm lives in your brains?
what virus in your nerves?
but i do not wish you death
for i still hope you all change...
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