sometimes
sometimes
i sit here
and i feel my father
the way i hold my head
to the side,
and i smile
as i must look
like somebody
seriously thinking
but i am not
and he was not:
he was plain lazy
and somehow
though my mother
wounded him
i am still astonished
she didn't grab a knife
to finish with him
Thursday, March 24, 2016
to die for freedom
a lot of people tell us
to die
for
something,
it is better
to live
and not for some "thing"-
as long as this is given to us.
to die
for
something,
it is better
to live
and not for some "thing"-
as long as this is given to us.
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