Eight hours of writing
and translating,
it has to be enough,
I will go and make
a fourth pot of coffee,
take up a book, read,
then come back
to count the dead
and share their names,
the people murdered
when I played with words,
like words could change
the world made
with bombs, bullets
and missiles.
I witness, it's the others
who will change the world
and with swords
will make swords
fall from bloody hands
and turn them into ploughs.
29.03.2025
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