:In This Cage Some Songs are Born:

Charles Bukowski

I write poetry, worry, smile,

laugh

sleep

continue for a while

just like the most of us

just like all of us;

sometimes i want to hug all

Mankind on earth

and say,

goddamn all this that theyve briought down

upon us,

we are brave and good

even though we are selfish

and kill each other and

kill ourselves,

we are the people

born to kill and die and weep in dark rooms

and love in dark rooms,

and wait, and

wait and wait and wait.

we are the people.

we are nothing

more.

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