The things they say, always they,
Faceless people unknowing my face,
They ignore the colour of my eyes
What makes me smile what tears
Me apart. Yet,
They are eager to take a rumour
Amplify and broadcast it,
If only they had a radio channel
They needn’t settle for a lousy bar.
A greater audience would surely
Put a sparkle in their vacuous gaze
Lighten their empty lives solely
Packed with meaningless words.
Should I show compassion, sympathise,
Burst out in rage, silence my thoughts,
Ignore the offense, simply pretend
I am untouched? I do not care.
All I know is I won’t add fuels
To their cold fires I’ll keep on writing
Smoking cigarettes drinking wine
As if they were a version of me,
A blabbing one.
As I endure appreciating
The world humanity and life
I’ll treat them with the affection
Owed to a child, irremediably oblivious
To the consequences of words.
[Featured painting: Gossip by Pol Ledent, 2006]