‘The world is so messed up <br />that I’m afraid <br />it won't be long <br />before it turns red <br />(like Mars) <br />and becomes <br />nothing but just another ugly <br />lifeless sphere <br />in the universe. <br />But then, you won’t have to worry <br />and have sleepless nights in your bed. <br />By the time all this happens <br />you will be long dead.’ <br />I said all this to the man <br />sat next to me <br />on the long journey <br />to my village. <br /> <br />He looked at me and said, <br />'Madam are you a pessimist? <br />I don’t really like what <br />I have just heard. <br />Try to say something pleasant <br />or don’t say a word.' <br /> <br />31.1.06<br /><br />Arsiema Berhane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strangers-are-strange/
