Don’t count before hatching.

Who would be there to help me in the end?

When would be those fatal days for my end?

Not to take chances, I extra pleased them:

Aunts and uncles; brothers and sisters;

Sons and daughters; more their children.

Even nieces and nephews were not sprayed.

Friends and neighbours were picked to add in the list.

I did not harvest any seeds I’d sown

As either they left me or I left them.

I pass my end alone in an asylum.

27.09.2013.