there hangs a shadow
on that rejuvenated meadow
from the tree in the distance
without known substance
can’t you see the stans
of those politicians
who say they care
but in reality they share
just hot air and a smile
they are teflon for a trial
a kaleidoscope of hopes
of rotten ancient tropes
when I walk and hear
the birds singing loud and clear
I forget about the past
and the evil at last
there are colours and dreams
and nobody seems
dreadful.

        © Dominik Alexander / 2022