my dear, I say, there are men out there now
picking tomatoes, lettuce, even cotton,
there are men and women dying under the sun,
there are men and women dying in factories
for nothing, a pittance…
I can hear the sound of human lives being ripped to
pieces…
you don’t know how lucky we
are…Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame - Charles Bukowski
Drunk waters run deep.
are…” Charles Bukowski,