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10 , 2015

                     



Ceaseless snow fell on the mountains
Stroking their flanks intensely.
The Wind of the North joined its ardour.
There is no compassion in the world.
Men clung to women,
And women to children,
Huddled like animals in tents,
White, new tents donated to them
By generous countries,
And conscience,
Dreaming of homes and land forlorn,
And some there were who did not.
The smell of urine and semen wafted in the steamy air.
Ah, there is so much depravation in our world
And Wisdom is attempting to
Come down here,
At any cost.

translation 26.08/16




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