Solitude

Only a person who is constantly alone

Can comprehend the nature of one

Who remains abandoned by other human souls

And relies only on instincts

Nobody knows that I can sustain

More attainable emotions

Knowledge and words

Only my status puts me above

All mundane mandatory movements

Whilst they all consider the opposite

State of things

That’s not how the things should be done

Yet they preferred to stay on the safe side

Washing hands after a criminal act

As if nothing happened in reality

Extended exaggerated exaltation

Harebrained within reach

Of anyone approaching

So, am I also a human being among them?

Or perhaps they should be called differently?

Monkeys, perros, drowning in hypocrisy

Qualified from their standpoint

Of scandalous slandering

Regularly shaped people

Not adapted to their philosophy

Woven from foreign thread

Which should be mine

Yet I find

That they all have common ground

So, what is the earth for?

To crush others in their path

And reach for the best for themselves

And their families?

When there are more of them

They have more power

To judge

Anonymously allowing an abattoir

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October – December 2021

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