[The moment you’ve all been waiting for…the last Moroccan piece. After this, I have to write real posts instead of just drip-feeding you depressing poetry I wrote on holiday!
As a quick aside, if you are interested in glum existential reflection, just explore the tag ‘Morocco’ from my tag cloud, which is somewhere in the sidebar… and here.]
Grey gazes from stone windows
into souls imprisoned
Hardened minds trapped more in themselves,
in society, than in cells
For we have made these prisons
but really it is the world
The way we’ve made it, greedily,
that has killed everyone
leaving grey gazes from souls to souls with no link and no differences and no feelings.