Caught in the web
of information
and illusion
I sill linger
in the cool rooms
where the late morning
sunlight coldly
illuminates a patch
here and there
on a wall. I could
sit before screens
until it's dark
and time
to turn on the lights
but I tell myself
I will go
and make a long
walk under blue
sky free of drones
and missiles
after I have had
a bit more coffee,
translated one
more poem,
witnessed more
of the destruction
our leaders spend
years telling
would only hurt
people who
don't matter.
22.03.2026
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