MERCILESS FATE
I watch the news
That seems to come
From another planet
Where the price of love
Is determined by its value
On an ever changing market
So that a heart’s investment
Can yield a fortune
Or an irredeemable loss
Leaving us to mourn
What could have been
And may never come again
While I silence the screen
To look down at the street
For a better wisdom
And see a man
Waiting for a bus
In the pouring rain
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