II. To scream
March 14, 2025 at 5:35 AM
Yesterday, on the bus, there was a baby,
The baby which cried the whole way,
And the man near me said “It’s strange,
Why is he screaming, can’t he just play?”
And I thought a lot, trying not to say
“Damn, you’re an interesting person.
Tell me, please, why shouldn’t he scream?
I would scream too, if it were worth it.”
I would scream about losing my home,
Politicians who ruin the lives,
A mixture of fear and existential crisis,
About so many lies
And disappointments
That will befall this baby as well,
And humanity just rapidly rushing
On a huge ball directly into the hell.
I would scream, that people are blind
And can not see obvious things,
That everything that interests them
Is amount of expensive rings.
Conscience is going to suffocate,
And pride is drowning near
By tension, so there is no will to scream.
And suddenly it becomes clear
That even if there is no any strength,
If the pain has eaten the sinew,
In this life the only way to survive
Is to clench your teeth and continue
To do.
