I.
Two women leaning their...

Maybe war is what made you this
heartless...

If you're wondering who you are, I can tell you.
You're nothing. Nothing but a number...

Today, I realize
that you are far...

I remember that day
when you bought your...

Father,
Today I was emigrated to another...

I've waited years for her
in forgotten stations, amidst...

I'm not a poet,
I'm not a melody...

The massacre was committed too early this morning,
maybe at 3am...

This isn't a painting.
Don't prance around with...

You pack your bags, and leave.
You head for a land that is less chaotic...

It's raining here,
it's raining acid and shrapnels...