Un-man-kind
It is winter
Cold, muddy and snow
Unclean
Greyish with smoke
And I
Looking for a firm place
Take a step
Splash
Second worse
The third is disaster
A Smile with grace on my face:
"This is life"
And recall Taliban
Bombarding of Buda; Bamian
Bin Laden, Bora Bora
Guantanamo and Bagram
Then in line are Iraq, Syria
Beheadings, slogans
Wide smile
Dad's around:
"The mankind goes backward."
I stop, surrender
"Days go by; worse becomes every-day"
"This is us...un-man-kind."
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