The whole humanity is
in a twist and a bind
of its own making:
what will happen and
what will happen to me?
And you say,
you take each moment as it comes
not bothering to see beyond
or look behind.
I am buried under pile
of history that came crashing
on my head
from a construction that was defective.
I am not crying for help.
I am crying for what I did
to my being.
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