life is stressful
the world today
a powder keg
every leg of the journey
a broken leg
fearful thoughts and
no mental rest or sleep
the knife has no blade
but it cuts so deep
roses disappear
in the ancienty rusty sand
without a clear morning
there is nothing to
understand
and angry animals reduced
to following behind
cling to each other
rather than mankind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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