Écrit par oR.hal
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01-11-2007
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Born like this
Into this
As the chalk faces smile
As Mrs. Death laughs
As the elevators break
As political landscapes dissolve
As the oily fish spit out their oily prey
We are
Born like this
Into hospitals which are so expensive that it's cheaper to die
Into lawyers who charge so much it's cheaper to plead guilty
Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed
Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes
Born into this
Walking and living through this
Dying because of this
Castrated
Debauched
Disinherited
Because of this
The fingers reach toward an unresponsive god
The fingers reach for the bottle
The pill
The powder
We are born into this sorrowful deadliness
There will be open and unpunished murder in the streets
It will be guns and roving mobs
Land will be useless
Food will become a diminishing return
Nuclear power will be taken over by the many
Explosions will continually shake the earth
Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men
The rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind
And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard
Born out of that
The sun still hidden there
Awaiting the next chapter.
Charles Bukowski
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