the sky is grey and my eyes are suppurated and the card-house is before the decay the steel-door closed for many years and the cross is scaring -- over me the kid is really dead now and the rain pattes onto the stuffed doll “Miss Smiley” on the tv-screen informed us happily of the 21st war of this world
the faith is flying with the swallows away and noone is in hope for better days
the brain as empty as the shelves in Mostar and the chieftain will never be violated I noticed dark blood on my wall it’s slowly flowing down the cold long streets the tv’s benn on power for hours and the intolerance’s been growing for many years the rain outside is going to be stronger and the stuffed doll is being drowned
the faith is flying with the swallows away and noone is in hope for better days
and I’m running outside -- on the streets and I want to scream all of me out but I cannot do it, I lost my strength because the maggots have plugged up my throat, too!