talk not to me
of the reality that media shoot
at me from morn to evening
not of catastrophes or cruelties
humans inflict upon each other
with never-ending venom
speak to me of the delight
a newborn gives its parents
the joy and pride a child feels
mastering its first challenging task
the sudden sparkle in the eye
of refugees when finally they have reached safety
the wordless joy when two have found each other
and for a time need nobody else
speak to me
of all the moments in our daily life
that make us proud to be human
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