In error I write as the date of a poem
19th September 2026 and correcting
that I wonder how it will be, whether
I will be here, how much more blood
and vile stupidity humanity has shed
by then, how many millions of lives
trampled on and broken by savages
in uniforms making TikTok videos
out of their war crimes, and yet
I'm strangely optimistic, that it
will be a better world, a fine day,
that I will be here, perhaps even
a better person, writing better
poems, and that the world
has started to heal after
bleeding the poisons
out of its veins.
19.07.2024
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