We can not complain.
We have to do. We are satisfied. Eat.
Grass grows, the social product, the nail of the fingers, the past.
The streets are empty. The closures are perfect. The sirens are silent. This passes.
The dead have done their will. The rain has stopped. The war has been declared. This is not urgent.
We eat the grass. We eat the social product. We eat nails. We eat in the past.
We have nothing to hide. We have nothing to lose. We have nothing to say. We.
The clock is loaded. Life is regulated. The dishes are washed. The last bus is moving. It is empty.
We can not complain.
What you waiting for?
(Hans Magnus Enzensberger)
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