the night

the moon shines too bright tonight

I know where you might be

where they draw the blinds and midnight oil

burns incessantly until the last dawn

where the sun never rises and the voices are loud

as well as vices outweighing the virtues of the crowd

where there is no mercy for a good man

where savages rule the world with their depraved mouths and hands

demanding things here and now, without delay

screaming and cursing, mean, merely men

just beasts on the loose, hungry for blood

even if the result is fair, they will take revenge

on you or things that have no defect

this is how this world is made

of vestiges of dignity that drown in the sea

thrown straight into the trash

while the fox longs for a new game

it squeaks like an old sheet

demanding what’s real

to be the bait

but as long as he goes his own way

not catalogued and registered

everything else

it certainly won’t share the same fate

and this is the sad story of what human race

has become

inhuman, first in its league

let’s raise a toast to them

vultures at a feast, agape, lost on the way

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