Bart Blog

I have seen it in the news
We have a war now
Oil prices are up, again
A new disease has been discovered
It was always there
We just did not know that we
need to be afraid

We can’t share streaming anymore

But we always had wars
And news never told us
it is good
We don’t need news to
tell us that

We know more now
than ever before
If only what we know
meant something

So what is it then?

Fuck it.
Let’s make babies.
Maybe they will know how to fix this.

White pigeons outside my window
are doing it right now
new generation
born in the nest
behind the dumpster

Unbothered, they will fly and conquer
the sky
From above they will see our
despair, and lack of awareness

But they will like the old lady
in the park, with walking stick
and a bag of bread
still dressed in black
after her husband died five years ago

She smiles to the pigeons
She is sad but unbothered
otherwise

It could be different
But it is too late now