sometimes i wonder if
this world is listening
to every word that each man
is shouting against each other
to every verbal abuse
that husbands inflict
against their wives
sometimes i wonder if
this world too feels the harshness
of the sound
of the door that is banged against
each frame
at the edge when hinges
begin to fall out
from each rusted
screw
sometimes i ask if it knows
the pain that nails inflict
upon wood
the decent sharpness of the axe
that cuts across
barks and
trunks
in every tree that falls down
to the forest
grounds
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