If you come
today, there is nothing new to talk about. Anyway
you please come.
We’ll sit together despite the fact that...
something
very mundane and little things we’ll talk.
Per se, even
today people die in hunger. Like that only.
the children
are taught how to draw a map Even today,
-
what is a border, what is the definition of a
nation-state.
How people
rush on the steps pushing others stabbing to death
only to pray
a God of stone. Haven’t you seen it already?
I’m not
thinking of doing anything at this moment. Moments are Lumpen.
Today we’ll
just talk. Talk and talk. There’s nothing to pay.
In the
Hunger-stricken nights also people spread their hands often
if you
cannot offer grains why not a quantum of compassion: they say.
We’ll talk
about all the old matters, much spoken, even rotten...
Talk about
hunger. Talk about love. There is nothing new for today.
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