Is Everyone So Helpless?

 

 

         

 

 

 

Is everyone so helpless

To do their own thing,

To figure it out themselves?

I can't stand the cities,

I want to go home.


Nothing happens on its own,

Don't listen to music,

Don't talk on the phone.

Everyone has to be the same,

Buy the same clothes,

Play the same game.

But what happens if someone is  not?

Do you cut off his head?

Do you throw him in the pot?

All this happens in the city.

Doctors without nurses,

Nurses without pity.

I don't need this sort of thing,

I want to be myself,

I want to do my own thing.

I want to go home.

 

Nov 1985

 

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