In the midst of war, a shadow society goes along its merry way.
|“For instance, on the planet Earth, man had always assumed that he was more intelligent than dolphins because he had achieved so much—the wheel, New York, wars and so on—whilst all the dolphins had ever done was muck about in the water having a good time. But conversely, the dolphins had always believed that they were far more intelligent than man—for precisely the same reasons.”
― Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
Night is not silent as it should be.
Mothers search for their children,
cries going out like rain,
frightened as drops which hurry down raincoats.
The sky has long since ceased
its calming affect.
Only the panhandlers dare brave the night,
which could bring an end,
or charity to live yet another
No one notices that among them walk,
They are too scared to truly see
the light behind the eyes,
animals that move and think like them.
The humans do not know anything
but bombs, suffering, and destruction.
We are happy.
We walk in fall and winter
under sunny skies,
the trees along the river walk
smell like the finest chocolate,
and when we speak,
we discuss not war, but weddings.