TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY
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In what heaven will we end up
when, fed up and engorged with blood,
the bulimic Earth spits us out?
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To what helll will we arrive
when this society strangles us
and only rats remain
over the Earth exhausted with selfishness?
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Under what night sky will we be able to hide
where the stars are not soiled
with so much spilled blood?
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Under a synthetic moon surrounded by blackness.
there
perhaps
we will meet again.
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