Sometimes Poem by Atef Ayadi

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the problem of this planet
are really simple. --------
the problem of life, no pro
blemo! the problem of this
world: junks, scraps, and
junkyard, on top our
heads, around
us, within us,
among us,
on one's face,
and in one's hand.
we teach kids nothing but alienation,
and self mutilation, when..................
the real self is the outside.................
the inside is something else.