Heel broken, wait at the bottom of a ravine.
Smashed kneel, attended at the top of a hill,
So vast the occurrences where help is needed
Based on a presuppose we are not to be left unattended
Opposing the natural fact of being left bleeding.
And yet we strongly compete, hound and kill,
Extract value where damage is unavoidable
While ethics and Genève convention stand still,
Balusters of high hopes more than ever conceivable,
Oh why use a theme so redundant, in a manner so aloof?
I see myself and find nothing of useful
These words are an explicit declaration,
The right to say I cannot accomplish
The road is too rocky or my feet to soft.
Today I dream and civilization is a pair of cuffs
My balustrade gone in pieces, sunken in the river,
Flowing to the sea inside of me, grudging revolted,
My sons and daughters, how I surpass this impasse?