Welcome to the new world
She shouts, cries
In pain or has she gone crazy?
Or is attacked; harassed?
Who is she? Why?
Neither I go to help nor hear someone else
Will she soon die and we hear it in the morning?
What will the news be, if any?
I feel inhumane
And am heading for the bed,
It is one thirty.
I am in the shell of modernity
And surrounded by caring less.
Welcome, welcome
Death of my care and humanity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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