Guess, it’s Nights of Broken Glass – or so

Guess it’s two years later now, or so

Guess, time doesn’t really matter when there’s a pope resigning instead of dying – or so

Guess – when there’s an Indian woman raped to death
                and a comet just passing by
                and a splinter crashlanding in Russia creating a paradise
                for glaziers while the country is step by step mutating into an Empire
                in which Nights of Broken Glass arbitrarily attack the lovers of two hands in equality
                as the kittens singing a silent MIAOW MIAOW around churches leading behind barred windows

Guess – after Presidents and Ministers resigning for taking property not their own and stealing ideas any student would’ve get kicked out of universities

Guess – I’d need a break and I need to break down for nothing has really changed, it seems – or so

For there’s Tunis in reelection and Egypt under Muslim Bro’ control

There is Libya still fighting but nobody answers their crows

There’s Mali being flooded by French armed forces sent rightfully by their President who wanted nothing but to get out – out of Iraq and out of Afghanistan

Guess – money really matters more than ideas and good intentions and hope and Nobel’s Peace Price when this means demands for offering your only half cape, that is – on both sides of the row – or so

Guess, we won’t admit we’ve survived the crash of reality in New York, got over it, looking back at this crack as at a wound sore

Guess, I’m in deeper pain than I allow myself to admit about everything that goes on, because I can’t stand these days of everlasting repetition in resurrection – or so

Guess, whatever is – or so – is ever what it needs to be

For there is hope, maybe – or so -