H. curare

A truth that should not be

shadows the blue skies

of a seemingly

isolated utopia

 

Distance and action

do not couple well, they say

 

But indifference is the truest

and cruelest of all enemies

 

The caretakers’ alacrity

softens to mush,

then nothing,

while under the care

of an apathetic people

 

And so the isolated

illusion never faced

any problem

until it became one

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world

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