I cannot unwrite anything
Even if I erase this thing
The truth is out of the bottle
You can wage a war, a battle
You can fight all you want
Demonstrate, set up a tent
In the middle of the street
Shame comes after a defeat.
The genie is out of the bottle
The truth will set me free
You disagree, you're angry
You can wage a war, a battle
When one lies, one sins
Next time, try to make sense
You cannot unwrite anything
Even if I erase everything.
The genie will never go back
Regardless of what you try to do
No apologies! We all feel the impact
We must deal and stop the flu
We cannot undo anything
We cannot resuscitate the dead
We must move away from this thing
Or we all will die on this small bed.
Copyright © February.2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
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