Crime scene

My back wasn’t adjusted

For the things I needed to handle

Focused on home affairs

And forgetting the external drill

Once learned, now long disregarded

It must be restored

For a higher purpose

Of earning money

As a gesture of trust

During call and appear

Assuming the benefit of doubt

Whilst attending the scene

Assigned

On both sides

By police cars

With bodies floating on the tarmac

As if drowning in torrential rains

As I walked by

Stupefied by the amount

Of rubbish mouth

They surround me like ladybirds

Invading the air

With their red coats with black polka dots

Always ready to leave a trace

When humans blundered

And were crushed

Under a ton of their own trash

Talk

So, let’s mute our ratings

For a higher purpose

Because the contemporary

Only makes sense when viewed holistically

In history

Captured by a single impression

That was given to me

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25 October 2021

revised on 23 September 2022

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