Vespers Without Bells

it hurts when i see people crying of happiness 
punished until bloody without any guilt 
like they wrote in the news that raped girls are sometimes flogged 
it hurts to see people allured by shiny colored christmas lamplights
and if the hand of a blind man gives them a cup with fresh clean water 
it bursts out from their heart 
it flows all over that juice from their battered soul 

they're flogged on the inside and too much light opens those scars/ in their world only the masqued butcher has the right to slice and share the brown saltless bread 

many of them think that they fight for 
or against noble instincts 
such as craving for life or craving for love 
i capitulated a long time ago
today i drag my feet near the tram rails among nine drugstores 

who knows what will get out from the box with broken toys