Question after question

Question after question

No answer, no answer

Voices around, protesting voices,

Primitive all around

The nudity of primitive civilization is the luxury of grazing.

The bones in the mouth,

dread in the heart tremble, in the eyes on the TV skin.

The tiger ran after the deer

What do I know? What will happen?

Bone tingling inside the mouth

Moderate mechanism in Zeus’s scenario

That is deceitful this is the world

It is of Jo Biden sometimes

Or

It is Ever of the Putin sometimes

The turn of deception in the brain

When you can’t stay good

Then you have to be good

Maybe one digit change after another on the remote

The appearance of a new man under the razor of a hairdresser

Maybe animals in the mirror

It is the art of man

There is nothing brave here

Only in the game of time are we ever king

Maybe  Fakir, Miskin sometimes.