Chaos -Somewhere, Somehow-

The hospitals are full Outside again and again the wind blows through a deep crack I don't say Graveyards are full There is not space on the ground for dwellings Even the hulks are full Lifts are full We must take the stairs down to alien food banks! there is not even space to queue... Rights and wrongs are confused Don't be surprised if thieves invite officials for dinner even prisons are full! . And all these winds blow through one crack. A wind of hatred that withered the roses of tolerance scattered our guests waving from Kigali! . To stop the wind in this long bitter night close this hole with the tip of your pen. ***