ON MY HONOR
I will try.
Stand on the moon
and show me a country.
Falling rain is real.
Down by the rivers
it is killing people.
Fire is real.
Show me a country.
Death is real.
All over the landscapes
no borders
and the loneliness is real.
Duty has an unpleasant sound,
not something I would choose.
And God?
Stand on the moon.
