Terms of Trial
My concern for you in your melancholy
is limitless, complete and hopeless
in incurable despair and worry
like your own outcrying anguish,
but what can we do about it?
This benighted situation is not of our making,
we are innocent of alien mentalities
like suppressing, ignorant and parasitic ones,
and see no solution else but to cut off the leeches,
not have anything to do with sick mentalities
and just do our own job in peace and quiet
obstinately and in isolation, if there is no other choice,
although it is both hard and difficult
to constantly ward off adversity
and struggle against evil winds
of no intentional but no less ruinous hostility
of pure indifference, ignorance, stupidity and sloth.
What can we do? I am afraid our only choice
is just to keep on working and keep smiling,
doing something good out of a hopeless world
destroyed by spiritual corruption, poverty and misery.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-10-22 at 18:09
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