70 Years Ago
70 Years Ago
Riding through the flat ancient agricultural between
two the soft modulation of a stone less mountains
this place has every could green from the dark olive
to shimmering bushes so delicate it looks like air
temporarily has taken a green plant´s form?
Something is missing though an animal that brought
us humans up the ladder of civilisation: the donkey.
Look into its eyes; know the final chapter is missing.
Those beautiful eyes so full of sweet melancholy
A resignation of the cruelty of life after serving man
It ended up as dog food for spoilt pooches that are
so totally enslaved by us that they could not survive
in nature´s hard selection. Is that why we have wars
to separate the wheat from the chaff?
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