Tonight only

Why waited?

No was not an option you’d say

Delusional by poverty

Was not an option for it did not take a place

Wait to destruct another stomach

I am painful,

Painful all over

Writing poems in place of

Political actions

A theory was found but none

Where there won’t be repetitions

Where there won’t be extremes

Broken windows are beautiful

Then a little boy steps on one of them

And break one of his feet

He is now near death

It’s ok you’d say

Illusionary by a majority

A writer said once

The young ones write as if they have

A license to write