Probing

Tell me. Why stand naked in front of your

mirror if you can be dressed like a patrician?

Tell me. Why enjoy daily bread if you can

gorge up table full of exotic food and drinks?

Tell me. Why should someone start to dance

if you can also can sit down in an arm-chair?

Tell me. Why believe in an invincible god

if you feel and smell the breakable demons?

Tell me. Why accept an ill-flavoured justice

if prejudice tastes like an aromatic victory?

Tell me. Why take care of reality if dreams

are much more breathtaking and practical?

Tell me. Why listen to people if it so easy

to shrug, go your own way and stigmatize?

Tell me. Why would you speak the biting

true if you can be comforted by tender lies?