What can living beings like
animals do for the fact that their
skulls are smashed in with a hammer and
their heads are severed, on which
innocent tears can still be seen
in their eyes in a stench of sweat of fear,
something is eaten by them,
the rest thrown into a trash can.
What can living beings like
human beings do if they are laughed at,
humiliated, tortured by their
fellow human beings,
raped and beaten up
by their own fathers,
their own mothers,
their protectors,
not loved by their parents?
What can people do about it,
who want to help these
living beings and are locked up
in prisons for it,
but perverted mentally ill and
grinning lunatics are canonized.
This world always talks about luck,
but the greatest luck is
not needing any.