Curiosity

the sun comes up,
spreads its warm mantle and cloak
its beams make me smile,
it's good to know I'm still alive

and have much to look forward to
then I come to my senses,
and fool that I am
turn on the medias

just for a cursory look,
death murder and pillage
pain and sorrow
forecast a bad tomorrow

by shimon weinroth

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