Zywa
The Jinn
Our large body has no face
no one sees it is us
it's kerosene
the Djinn who brings us everything
with an invisible trail
of destruction
footprints that trampled
indented and soured
all for us
I entrench myself in my house
full of old stuff, repaired with love
that does not eat animal suffering
Bye birds, bye flowers, bye children
from which hunger you will die
you cannot know
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