1971
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Escape
They start their wars
They scream their complaints
They forget about sanity
They lock humanity within itself
And life is even forgotten
While we cease to be free
They consume their answers
They regress to childhood
Peace lies dormant
At the bottom of their trash heap
And creatures die daily
Nobody cares about the world
A window stares at us
They built it for light
And light it is
A method for escape from
This cluttered battered
Dying world in which we exist
A gaping aperture offers escape
From their forlorn environment
But once outside into
Their stagnant air
One wonders if this is the way out
Or if he should collapse their way
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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