Their lives are made of thousands of tragedies of people whose world is constrained by fences of weapons-assembly factories.
I saw those men through the fences’ gaps, and I was blinded by shine of their machine, that created for a humane extermination of life.
I liked to play with a broken bottle, Imagined it was a boat in a stormy flow In waste waters that had dissolved pieces of metal.
I wish I were smaller - So that to fit into that piece. It could have been a cabin of the Ferris wheel, Could have risen above the concrete walls And seen hundreds of new attractions.