10.03.2022
Elementary
I’ve made a post: “I’ve baked a cake, I’m cooking my compote”.The comment is: “C’mon, oh, wake!
How dare you to bake a cake,
The war here, it has no brakes…
Oh, God!
I’ve made a post: “Look, here’s my cat. He’s silly and he’s proud of that”.
The comment is: “C’mon, you’re nuts!
How dare you to love your cat
When people’re dead, the world is mad,
And everything like that.
I’ve made a post: “There’s a fieldfare. He’s small, his mom is God knows where. I fed him, he was nearly dead”.
The comment is: ”You’d better shut your mouth instead.
The trains are wrecked and body count are horrid. So, what’s your post about?”
One day you’ll write: “I’ve looked at the sky. I feel so silly that I’ve cried”.
The comment then is a reveal:
“How do you know how I feel?
I read all posts you’ve ever written,
When I was almost dead or beaten.
I read about your cake, your cat, your bird –
The real things… The real words.
They’re our chance to stay alive…
And me, and you, and us…
…We will survive.