Normal
How am I supposed to make sense of it all?
As I stroll by a lady, very old
Love-red blood breathing life in her veins
with artificial support
I scroll
I see kids blowing up
Splashing screens
Tainting millions of thumbs
One could almost smell burning flesh
“Medium-rare..”
A refined man says
as I press foot
“And for the little one?”…
A rich persons’ waiter asks.
Cows are flying from Argentina in pieces
Like a swarm of drones
over a kindergarten
buzzing for 2 years out of 4
humming
to put her child to sleep
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a lady with grandpa in a café, a 90+ years old
he tries, but his grateful smile is not quite right
when he emits sounds the lady checks his oxygen
and I scroll
There’s less oxygen on hot summer days
It gets suffocating
under rubble
for a 4 years old
in total darkness
“I’m scared…”
Whispers the lady, “..father is in too much sun”
The wheelchair is moved to where
Grandpa’s body does not bother his mind
I stroll
my body where life is sacred
and scroll
down the inferno
with my soul
absurdity
normality
never been so close
