My eyes bear witness
to the sorrows of this world.
Where I heard them laugh
like a drain.
I saw that laughter
fading out, afterwards.
I saw them snug
and cozy into their beds.
And, then, I saw their beds
turning into tormented graves.
I asked them what,
what holds their joy?
They said, "riches."
There, then, I have seen
their edifice go out in smoke....