I once

I once lived in a country with high
Beautiful walls
But most of all
Jagged glass
Like a crown of pain
Stained glass warnings
Don’t come any closer

Beware of dogs?
How do you say “Doberman”
In this other language
I knew a dead man who taught me this
And a boy I always loved
And feared
Who knew the future…

There Is more than one way
To die/to maim/to rape
A country/a people/a family/a man-woman-child

But one way for sure
Is to look the other way
When it is happening to them

And hope their blood appeases
Men trained like dogs for war.


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