Good morning with likes
With pixels
With screens
But no faces
No human touch in our hybrid day
We are talking to machines
We are sharing feelings with our animals
But we are not communicating with anyone in real life
In our virtual minds
It’s their decisions
Who’s is
They?
All our lives
Is a lie
Or a dream?
Waiting to buy a house
With money they haved already
Taxed without giving to you
You want a family
But you can create it
Because all men
Become Princess
And they are asking for
Jewels and support
The women
Are alone in this madness
Trying to keep balance
In meantime
Cities become graveyards
With rats everywhere to eat rars
Unknown people hates eachother
This is the world they have create…
But my world is poetry
Verses everywhere
Paper and books
Full of colourful inages
Words that…
Care
Love
Hope
Surviving is writing about feelings
You are affraid to accept what is inside your stomach
Feel your pain
Write about your grief
Share with others
