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dead bodies floating
in our oceans
from the Asian Pacific
to the Mediterranean

crumpled corpses lying
on our beaches
thousands drowned unknown

overcrowded detention centers
not unlike concentration camps
behind barbed wires
guarded by police and snarling dogs

nobody feels responsible

not  those who started wars
destroyed whole cities
made millions homeless
and into refugees

not those who take advantage
of the chaos for their own gain
abusing the names of their gods
or some ancient figurehead
to excuse their atrocities and greed

not those who live
in comfortable homes
and wish the desperate crowds
would just stay on the TV screen
and not come close

nor those who pretend
to be the guardians
of our great humanitarian heritage
but show no backbone
against nationalist fanatics

it is the shame of the world
to sit and talk and watch
and not do enough

those who turn away
the needy and homeless
could also
      quite suddenly
lose their homes

forced to rely
on the kindness of strangers
Do you ever feel like
You suddenly don't belong anymore?
Like you used to matter in someone's life,
But now you just exist there?
The depths of her soul
was no match
for the empty abyss
where his heart should be
There is a blue area in my heart
It is neither dark nor light
not the sky or the ocean.
Instead, it is somewhere
in between, where the birds
and the ships disappear
into nothing as they become
smaller and smaller and
more and more isolated.
There is a strange space in my heart
It is neither here or there.
It is made up of the differences between
eyes and seeing and observing.
It is made up of the change between
one wave and the next and the next.
There is a black circle in my heart
It is black, that's for sure, because
there is nothing beyond it.
Like an empty hole facing the
darkness of oblivion, looking in is the
same from both sides. And slowly,
like an infection, the blackness
spreads until it becomes bigger
than I could ever be.

— The End —