A kid is begging at the café tables an old man is selling his drawings on the street and tired women are leaving the bingo machines high in the air the Swedish Air Force fighters mate wildly and fly out to the borders many people are shot outside the Saga theater while I'm asleep white hands stick out of the water grasping the grass at the river bank<br /><br />Mikael Ejdemyr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-bongo-drum-beat/
