What is happening in our love?
In our home, there is only vain hatred
Under the vault, there is nothing but sour pain
When will we see better, happier days?
We see the old hypocrites and dirty raptors passing by
We question ourselves and ask what's going on?
The atmosphere is gut-churning and our love is absent
The air is heavy. We must improve the tone and change the tempo.
We are both alone and lost in the desert of ignorance
In the fridge, the baguettes are spoiled and the butter rancid
The dishes are green; the smell is rude and unpleasant.
What is happening in our life, in our love?
You became a fighter, weird, confused and unappetizing
I hope we'll see a positive change, a big detour soon.
Copyright © February 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry