are called news, but they are just endless
stories that speak of who are on the verge of death or
already died for some reason
the more bloody the better.
stories with the perversion of a religion that exalts
as having been
the grand prize winners of a divine. Forgotten
forever a happy warrior,
or a wise woman selling lemonade on the sidewalk. Forgotten
with the beautiful animals that are still producing garments. They are now
replaced by the alert,
insecurity, accidents,
for threatening neighbor.
whistle, whistle news,
as hunting animals with bow,
to avoid any reason for general pleasure.
Without any mention of calls for help
of the dispossessed, the infected
by unmet demands. No mention of the repeated
hitting your knuckles
on doors will not open unless
finally starting to protest
properly.
and darting, the news continues to fascinate,
hiding whatever is
that produces pleasurable sensations.
They do not leave, even for a second strafing the
worldwide, serving a
invisible hypnotic
flag.
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