nimal dunuhinga - Catapult & pebbles

Some children make wars in their childhood.
They gather small stones for their device.
These characteristics they bring to their adulthood.
It's a chagrin the bloodthirsty brothers kill each other
With their shameful weapons
And make void the planet earth.

To the poetess Sandra.Fowler in gratitude.

* [Today is Thursday 15,2007. It's a gloomy morning to Massachusetts. A drizzle started like an infant's faint cry. Raindrops pelted my lonely heart. How ridiculous last night I dreamed I was a blind king in a poor country and I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night yet I couldn't find the country in the World map.]

nimal dunuhinga

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