poetry · 27. March 2025

Why would you think That happiness is granted to you and to your kin, That fighting is not the necessary step For you to grab a little light for heating, Light for the safe forseeing of things to come? In order to grow children, you have to fight, To kill the safety of illusions, To venture in the dark, To blindly grab the pulsing ubiquitous life, To sink your teeth in moving, pulsating veins, In flesh. The laughter is not sign of happiness, It's sign of power: showing off your fangs, While...