ode of conduct

When the rain kept falling

when it should have stopped

flooding the fields

before the harvest


When the birds kept crawling

when they should have fought

for a flight – they were born for

for a sight, their spirits longed for.


when the men kept brawling

over reasons so stupid

and the children kept following

eyes closed – hypnotized by reasons unreal!


i packed my bag…

and sneaked out onto this path

through the backdoor of this stage

for it holds hopes for my dream,

and a boat for my escape!


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