It is about sorrow and effort to live. we are always alone….. thats the greatest dillema of us.
Not yet sleepy, yet drowzy
My nation and my people
All is set, yet scattered
pettles lie on grass… how poor
The child is that enamelled in them
Such was agony befelled upon
Screaming and howling came arround
A strange flem
where does lie remedy? where dozing?
Snubbed and trapped paradoxically bleed
Though executed yet alive ALONE
ALONE
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