Raju Krispa

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Do not show me any photos
Don’t tell me the truth
How many innocent died
Don’t count them or their homes
...

To this and to that
I get attached and dettached
I am watery and nothing
Ashes and smelly skin when burns
...

Write my pen my sentence
Let the words be music or my nook
No lies neither truth, just melody filled ink
Write my pen
...

Let it be
Suddenly the fate yawning draws a sign
Death or reborn, templates of same design
They turn into fading useless frames on long walls
...

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still living so not needed or not going to write of myself place of living Italy)

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Afganistan

Do not show me any photos
Don’t tell me the truth
How many innocent died
Don’t count them or their homes
Don’t show me their blood

Don’t show me who killed whom
Or write what they said was wrong
And we had to do more.
Don’t tell me about their children
Don’t tell me how they died
just tell me how many million dollars we must give
to make me feel human still.

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