Shadowing the sun
When in the night of sleepless worries
I wake up at three with soaring mind
concerned about and haunted by adversities,
oppression, persecution, cruelty and senselessness,
the war against the freedom of constructive minds,
the efforts to obstruct the freedom of the Internet,
the civil wars of bigotry, fanaticism and hate,
I cough distraught with nervous sickness
like in some tuberculosis last stage
that will never finish me but just goes on,
I think of you with my sincerest love
and know for sure, that we will manage everything
and even Bush, the greatest presidential failure
and the global warming threats of dire prospects,
since our love is hot enough
to even outshine and cool down the sun.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-04-14 at 12:05
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