A careful glance around me

I look at a broken world

Is there anything left for me for the future?

Only if I insist too much

On a risky, rugged path

Near my goals

Made of tears, obligations imposed on me

Which I intend to fulfil

To the last drop

Of blood

On my skin not used to this

Process

But I carry on anyway

Leading the way

To discoveries every day

Of human condition

With lots of discrepancies along the way

Not fully fledged and comprehending

The circumstances surrounding them

While the whole old world has gone insane

Questioning the only knowledge possessed

Now abandoned and self-critical

So that the jeopardy

Goes off the rails

Leaving too much hesitation behind

Barred and wired doors

Useless to anyone

Only allowing to be forgotten

When the last sign of justice beamed

Beckoning beacons on the Urgent Blood vehicles

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10 November 2021

revised on 5 September 2022

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