Caviar Is Not Bread
Who knows what caviar is,
does not even know the price of bread...
Caviar is only sturgeon
raised to the pinnacles!
Caviar is not poetry,
nor will it ever be...
There are those who think it's luxury,
which is elevation...
But I don't care about that myself,
I don't even know the price...
I really love the bread
that the baker kneads,
this other one can even be
harvested by the devil, not crushed!
But this, for me, I don't want...
What is inhuman belongs to the Devil.
Luxury is hot soup
and decent bread...
Always... that's human,
that yes, it magnifies
and lift us up...
I say this for myself,
whoever wants to, don't think like that...
be free to be
caricature of people!
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2022
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