The shirt of a beggar
is worn out and muddy.
The rain is transparent.
It’s raining since Sunday.
The prayer’s forgotten.
It’s cloudy and blurry.
The hope’s fully rotten.
The rain’s getting furious.
I’m ready to bet –
a revenge is a must.
The heaven is mad
and it’s spitting on us.
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