I Am The Ghost Poem by Zyw Zywa

Too small for news
from all over the world, I
sigh, it haunts inside me
and I doubt

the future, mankind
and all the miracles
that love should
and I would like to perform

Madness haunts
the mass cities, the streets
full of shops, full of problems
that threaten business

The dead lie around sloppy
I'm dreaming of a ghost
It's me, the Saviour
Superwoman without a super-

goddess, without prayers
and laws, if possible
Only the plagues will
always be a danger