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Miss Fortune
Are we supposed to be or not to be?
said the angel to the Queen;
I lift up my skirt and Voltaire turns
as he speaks, his mouth full of garlic
white, yes, white,
misfortune of us two;
he told you to be free
and you obeyed.
We have to decide which is important,
a war we never see
or a street so black babies die?
A system and a theory
or our wish to be free?
To organise and analyse,
and at the end realise
that knowbody knows
if it really happened.
Age
25
Country
Slovenia