maanantai 1. helmikuuta 2016

I am worried

I am worried about when,
Time of rusty nails
icy nails Mother Earth
coffin, white.
I feel under your feet
how the earth trembles,
what is coming to it
groove when uranium
suddenly splits?
Movements in the People's Forces
the midst of the war, and people's traps.
No one lives inside of drama
it does not want to steal.
Look here in the middle of hazards,
where asylum is homeless
a human? Humanity in New York
quite like this is like
Earth in the distant corner
or on the street of Saigon.
Freedom is a hard word, it may be
time destruction, the war far too much
where freedom would go into hiding?

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