Celebrating Murders

I live here,
a place away from joy and fear,
I live here,
in a world without memory,

a basic world without color,
we see black white and gray image,
there are no animals,
never have I seen a flamingo plumage,

celebrating murders,
letting go of the dead,
they mean nothing,
nothing of what they said,

everything is nothing,
like ants working,
we go through life with all it is worth,
only to be replaced by another birth...