We were business class
inside the plane in a five-hour flight
together bound for pleasure
we had champagne and ham and
some slices of apples and oranges
we did talk a lot from science to politics
to love and hatred
and that was where we paused a lot
and listened
we did not like each other actually
but what can we do? this is business class
ill motives is the rule
and profit is the goal.
We cheered for what is good and profitable
and then we looked somewhere
to the good things that we really wanted to treasure
to places that we really wanted to go and stay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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