Love Is On the Edge
I live in a town bursting with all kinds of people;
humans who break shops and groceries in broad daylight;
attempt to put explosives inside a school bus;
hate Zionism to the deepest Swastika core;
people who see life revolving only around them.
I live in a town which feels as though you are sleeping on a yogi’s
bed, filled with pointed nails;
love is becoming thinner each day, though I am still carrying a spark
of compassion to the townsmen stuck on a roller-coaster
heading to the abyss of dark reality; co-existence is a very hard vocabulary
Love is on the edge……
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