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embittered by the world
I’m standing here today
to bear witness
how it all happened
when I was accused
that I put them in danger
made them wait too long
in dangerous circumstances
so they exercise their rights
to roar and growl
at the top of their voice
even though I never heard of these things right away
even though I was assigned to talk to them
knowing nothing
yet I had to say something
and they never liked it
leaving me with anxiety
with which I have to deal on my own
I need money but I can’t work more
I can’t be abused like this every night
is the fact that they can’t see me
justifies all the reasons
for being gruff and harpy?
I can’t
I can’t leave it alone
I have a moral obligation, an imperative
to tell it all
when my soul
is destroyed as if it had been bombed during the war
I am always startled when it happens
so let no one be surprised when it ends
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January – February 2023
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