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the river of dreams

The river of dreams

A laughing clown filled the heavenly screen, a grin full of malice.
Behind me, bearded men were eating children wine
 and blood ran down their chests, had the time of their life.
Democracy is great, chanted freedom to exploit the weak
in a moment of friendliness, offered, a childs roasted leg.
I shook my head, walked on, had to find my way home
and there it was shining red in the afternoon glow.
The apartment had no entrance, a rope hanging from every window
my flat was on the third floor; I tried to climb up, too feeble.
 I lost the grip, slid down my hands. burst into fire
put my hands in a bucket of water that turned into wine
A fire engine hasted by tried to stop it needed a ladder
they had no time there were so many fires they have to see too.
I walked to the everlasting river, sat on a stone, listened
to the universal language, then I got up and became the river.
oskar
Written by oskar
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