Night Of the Closed Windows

Shattered and broken in mind
  Perhaps disillusioned of some kind

    Must those humans be
      Who blow up firework into the sky to see
        Mankind still being able of ambiguous behaviour
          Even though stupidity can’t be hardly our saviour —

            It’s a different ambiguity on New Year’s Eve
              That one I only survive in grief
                When the lowest of the low
                  Who hardly has the money to grow
                    Some amount of wealth or economic safety
                      Waste their last cent for absurdity —

                        It’s the night of the closed windows again
                          At the very next day taking paper and pen
                            To somehow clean my mind
                              From idiocy of humankind.

        © Dominik Alexander / 2022

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