Discovery of skin
I am angry; so angry
Of how selfish we are
And how deeply blind
Our heads are filled with defecate
We stink with our claims
I am angry of remaining stagnant…
'We discovered this…'
'We discovered that…'
'The past life was barbarian…'
And…and…and…
Oh,
Shut up.
Which building can rise without foundation?
Which high rise rises from nowhere?
Is penthouse in the basement?
We are here thanks to the past
We are here thanks to our ancestors
Thank you ancestors
Thank you for discovering the skin as resistant
To the sun and to rain
Thank you for your gratefulness to its creator
Humble enough you admitted to discovery
Not creating…
Thank you for making shoes and jackets
Thank you for introducing the fire
Thank you for making ink and pamphlets
Thank you and thank you and thank you
But I hate you for having made the wall
Thanks but no thanks for it
It pains my heart…
We are surrounded by the same wall
And it grows mushroom-like
In our minds; in our hearts
And all around us
And…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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