Hard. Who can know what
We truly love?
Life is tough.
All we loved is taken away from us.
When money is gone
And famine is knocking on the door,
It is hard to breathe in.
How long
Can the thumping beat our chest?
Then friendships are over.
Loneliness is our new kin.
We share our madness to ourselves
In front of her.
What then
This mirror?
We sheltered behind our idols.
When will the war
End?
Erect a new image of love
By carving this rock.
Recite this poem in front of it,
Call it “art”.