For that rosebud that never saw the light of day
For each leaf destroyed to hear that adorable crisp
For each animal butchered to savour that delicious taste.
For the millions of poor who don't get a chance
For the millions of nimrods who think they know the way
For the millions of depressed who no longer see a future
All drugged by medicines, society, religion, normalcy ...
But that's not all
Let's say grace
For the ones with the brains
For they are the ones
Who suffer ... to the bone.
So I say to you
Is it enough?
Is it really necessary to continue this road
Carving beyond redemption ...
All I can say is: I hope you enjoyed.
Where hope hasn't left Pandora's box
Where hope is but an empty word
Cried out by the eyes of the millions slain.
Maybe it's just me, maybe it's just you, maybe it's just we.
Winter/Spring Issue 2018
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