Tirane 2022
Sticky coal is pouring down,
looks like it's gonna be a moonless night.
From a rooftop I observed, this inconsistent city with it's logic twirled.
Starved for attention and wanting to be heard,
these "awoke" people absurdly refused to hope.
Irrational thinking took over, as most were hypnotized and lost composure.
Now, tainted, spoiled and infected,
the deadly rain's collected and ingested.
Chewing ashy snow with their mouth agape ,
some puked their intestines while others reshaped.
Neglecting their well being for a comfortable skin,
as the official death of caring intensively, gives birth to shallow acquaintances.
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