I have enough food.
Where is water, where is air?
I have enough comforts.
Where is time, where is space?
I have enough means.
Where is silence, where is peace?
I have parties and clubs.
Where is love, where is concern?
The civilization is on the march.
13.05.2001, Pmdi
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