rare occasions

I saw things I shouldn’t have seen

I’ve been to places I shouldn’t have been

I felt things I shouldn’t have felt

I never thought it could take effect

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they screamed in the streets like hordes of wild dogs for no reason

they burned the tyres of their vehicles for show

they laughed on their balconies at private parties

they fought in the female’s jungle for fun

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I was there to see it all

there were no private shows, there was a common cuss

under unusual circumstances of the same bricks

perturbing, piling up, pupating every calm state of affairs

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I’ve been going my own way all this time

without asking anyone

what’s the best in this turmoil

where intellect and heart played chess together

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they always knew what it was all about

eternal struggle as bright as the sun

I was just a pawn in their hands

but is it really a war if we all have the same rights to the Earth?

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January – February 2023

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