We are not destined for prosperity.
Of this, I am sure.
Our destiny is akin to the butchers calf.
But, if you'd allow me.
Just one naive wish.
One human desire.
I ask for happiness.
For old age and pained limbs.
For many years of arguing and conflict.
For struggle and hunger.
Give me years.
If not prosperity give me this.
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 7:32 AM UTC