Distant sounds of moral collisions
Outside my window
doves fly in fear.
The choice of the voice was clear.
No negotiations
was in sight,
but i had no right to interfere
Collisions for us.
I turned the papers
page in rage,
statesmen should be kept in cage,
statements
of static decay.
I pray the keep them off the stage.
Thoughts are spinning
around and around,
but my arguments fall to the ground.
Even if I
try to care
because I don’t dare to make a sound.
