Wednesday, December 23, 2020

day FOURTEEN HUNDRED and THIRTY SIX

Sink into Oblivion

It never felt so good to say goodbye.

You will no longer govern.

The world can breathe easier.
If you sink into oblivion,
the breathing will be that much

more easier and no one
can worry that tomorrow will be here. Our minds will be at peace.

Who is crying for you?
It must be only those who seek to destroy and tear down
our lives through violence.
Those who have a screw loose,
those who cannot love

a diversified city, they have

forged their hate with blood.

His followers are many.
Their souls have expired.

They have tunnel vision.

I will keep my distance
from their indifference
and avoid their hate.

From where do they come 

in the name of destruction?

--Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozabal

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