to write what is evident
is a superfluity
but sometimes it has to be
done
what is evident
what is too evident sometimes
had become invisible
too much familiarity removes
that thing
from our common view
something trivial is missed
which creates the chaos
what is here is written
what is touched is exposed as it is
the curtains have been removed
the doors and windows are opened
the stairs are repaired and even
a toddler can crawl up here
the lights are not turned off
even in the morning
it shall be seen and it shall
always be remembered
on record 20 are dead
60 are wounded....
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