I listen to midnight's faint hum
from the open window,
think about making more coffee,
getting away from the computer,
finally doing something more
than poetry and shouting
about one genocide
and whispering about another.
Haven't I done enough?
No, I haven't.
How could I?
Like my old people said,
"There's enough time to rest
in the grave."
09.06.2025
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