You can’t be angry here
Otherwise
You will be in anger all the time
And anger won’t help
Except for the pale proof that
Your heart has not yet
Turned into iron
Into concrete
Into plastic, or whatever
So what do you do?
That’s right, she’s not you
You wake up on a warm morning
There’s no chain around your neck
Last night you weren’t among the people fleeing
No bombs flying in your sky
The flowers in your window greet spring
Like they used to
But right now you feel
It’s a shame to be happy
It’s a shame to live quietly