Discrete Murder

Deep roots

Craving water

Running under

Our feet’s

We do not know them

We do not care for them

Until

They makes us fall

Like helpless children

Or very old men

Crawling for mercy

Striving for safe places

Ignoring the fact

That there are no safe spaces

All around us is nature

Nurturing us, killing us softly

From within

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