WHO ARE WE

WATER DROPLETS on the surface

in the morning

In a factory

waiting

for the sun

to drink them all

during the next hot summer day

WHO ARE WE

if a call

turn us into

killing machines

celebrating every death

WHO ARE WE

to tell nature

what is right and wrong

playing the all mighty one

until the rain turns our dreams

into wet caves

WHO ARE WE

remember

HUMANS

Michael Rada, HUMAN