For thirst
the cup is borne
to the lips
reassuringly
thank heaven
life returns
for hunger
the back bends
strained to the earth
with fingers stretched
with lines of history
for health
the blood is nourished
with nutrients colourless
from the air
At the river bank
by the confluence
the reflection
cries out
life and peace
Let us take off our masks
feel the pain of bone and bondage
the stench of hate and faeces
the haunted bodies
of soldiers fed with the fantasy
that somewhere in the sky
God speaks with one face
the pigment of an omniscient pig
Maybe it is time to bury
or die
or live much more than the flies
we mock
in our dreams
filled with the ghosts in black and white
