Stockholmen

Birds about to die. Two crumbs here, three more there. Everything is under control. And we continue to admire the gravediggers who are at the top of the exponential curve. How do I put this ? You can't make a pile without making a hole. No one is responsible. But it benefits some. I wanted to express this through poetry but I'm afraid no one will understand. Some have nothing to count and others too much to count. Nobody. Nobody. No one lives long enough to spend billions and billions and billions. No one gets rich without exploiting something. Something or someone. So anyway, let's have a blast in Stockholm, before it all burns down. With our shining eyes, let's have a blast in Stockholm, before it all melts away.