Words are mine.
Otherness will prevail...

I will need
some new words today...

You to whom, I
am lost, the remaining pain...

I do not know
when to stop my steep ascent...

The weight of the ideology
flattens your upheaved chest...

Can your words find the color
and smell of a manslaughter...

A skylight begins the apartheid
in ironed out differences...

Same moon, I
will not witness the bloodshed...

An offence committed by you
asks for the absolutes...

To confront his terror
he changed the game...

To be honest, there
was no poem today...

Eating each other,
the survival instinct takes you...