The bomb shelter
The bomb shelter (09-04-2022)
I have always believed that crime is an action, and counteraction to a crime cannot be a crime as well. It’s very hard for me to imagine how people can be bombed. This is an absurdity, that is born, only in the brain of a sick person. What kind of scum, do you have to be, to deliberately kill for the sake of ghostly conclusions. I am very much ashamed, that I am an accomplice of this nightmare. (pause with commas and check also out my music and book)
A cursed, shiny day
Somewhere, bomb sheltered
Has plunged in, to stay
A fearful centered
Throughout the place
On shelves and the floor
Enslaving the space
They love and adore
The little, despaired
And innocent truly
Not even bit-scared
But daring fully
The victims, a shelf
I could, have been saving
Hadn’t I, been myself
So terrified-waving
I have no right
Comment or reflect
I am, part of shite
Proclaimed dirt-respect
Been born and forgotten
On shelves, inner fear
Ashamed and full-rotten
In sight of the Dear