Lullaby
If I dream that people are dying here and there
then I know that it is a taboo and anyhow lullaby
as even the strong ones sometimes are prone
and vulnerable
who then are the weak poor masses- a tragedy, almost
a commedy?.
Like it has begun previously on the cinemas and televisions
a monster will slap kids on no reason for instance other
than halloween? or stone? or mermaid? or rote?.
The same thing are repeated elsewhere in the woods
or sometimes Internet. Ah!, my life, my country, war
and peace a glee.
Copyright © Bamanga Bashir | Year Posted 2024
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