Sunday Afternoon Poem by Catherine Yen

If Sunday afternoon was extended
A few months
Human’s sweat will be liberated
Departs from the stress of curse
Sin becomes the only recreation
Degradation becomes pure
Scream is like a melody
Sneer a tender
Infinite the time
Will turn every second into an unbearable torture
The end of the universe
History will be call off

On the endless Sundays
Demonstrate the existence of huge suffering
If human beings can only gnaw the nails
We need such of kilometers
If no suffering and temper of human beings since the ancient time
We will need millions eyes to hide the tears
The only function of love
Is to survive the cruel and long Sunday afternoon
For fifty-nine seconds of every minute will be dedicated to pain
We persist of being a stone
A fly flew to and fro
Also called an effort of the end of the world