A New Era Of Wishing Everyone The Worst
Let the past remain in the past

: A poem about the long-term process of replacing the past with new things
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My gait has changed
In the modern age
Of the spoiled kids’ attitude
Surrounding me like parachutes
Opened too soon to be safe
Flown away without a clue
What is this life about
That is why
I would-be the killer of my sister
Threw her into the garbage or a canal
When I was her babysitter
Not knowing that soon
I will be condemned and sentenced
To the worst penalty
Pushed out of the circle
Onto a lonesome and lamenting road
But I prefer that
Than the mud of a small town
Smudged on my face
Not recognising anyone familiar
Around
In this fairground
Where can false words be stuffed
On everyone’s lips
If you believe in a fairy tale
Stripping an honest and innocent person from all glory
Without a real explanation
Only turned into an accusation
Of the crystal
That it isn’t a carbon
But that would be a joke
And the opposite
Of the real thing
Transgressed rapidly
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September – November 2021
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