3052<\/p>\n
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A poem <\/p>\n
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Author: Hana Falak, Privatna umjetni\u010dka gimnazija <\/p>\n
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I wake up from the sound of screaming. <\/p>\n
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I stand up and let out a deep sigh. <\/p>\n
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A lady on the street was screaming. <\/p>\n
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But I didn’t really want to know why. <\/p>\n
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If only I was dreaming. <\/p>\n
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But I kept laying in bed, convincing myself <\/p>\n
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that here’s probably nothing I can do. <\/p>\n
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I woke up from the sound of screaming <\/p>\n
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in the year 3052. <\/p>\n
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I toss and turn, whine and grumble <\/p>\n
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but I simply cannot sleep. <\/p>\n
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I look out the window, and I see a woman screaming. <\/p>\n
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Screaming at a hole six feet deep. <\/p>\n
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I groan in annoyance. <\/p>\n
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Why must I trade this for my lovely dreams? <\/p>\n
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But this lady, screaming at a hole <\/p>\n
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she really needs help, it seems. <\/p>\n
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I get up and get dressed <\/p>\n
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put my trendy gas mask on <\/p>\n
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and pick out a thin blue vest. <\/p>\n
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I approach the door <\/p>\n
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all the right buttons I push- <\/p>\n
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Wait. <\/p>\n
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Something is wrong. <\/p>\n
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From the outside, I hear a song. <\/p>\n
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This gets me confused. <\/p>\n
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If I can hear such a lovely voice sing, <\/p>\n
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all the way from the door, <\/p>\n
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that means that the old lady <\/p>\n
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isn’t screaming any more. <\/p>\n
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I run out of my house, as fear fills my chest <\/p>\n
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I’ll just have to see for myself, and hope for the best. <\/p>\n
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I get to the lady, then stop. <\/p>\n
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\u201cWhat’s wrong?\u201d the question I finally drop. <\/p>\n
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\u201cWhat got you so upset, madam, <\/p>\n
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that I can hear you scream all the way from my rooftop?\u201d <\/p>\n
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The old lady turns to me, and everything becomes clear. <\/p>\n
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Her face is exposed, she’s got no mask on! <\/p>\n
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\u201cMa’am, what on Earth happened?? <\/p>\n
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You know you can’t breathe out here! <\/p>\n
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What are you even doing\u2026\u201d <\/p>\n
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Oh dear. <\/p>\n
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The hole six feet deep, <\/p>\n
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the one the lady was screaming at, <\/p>\n
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is full of motionless animals covered in tar. <\/p>\n
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Some seagulls, some rats <\/p>\n
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and a single black cat. <\/p>\n
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The poor things must’ve tried desperately to escape it, but from the looks of it, didn’t get very far. <\/p>\n
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I turn to the woman. <\/p>\n
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She gestures to the hole. <\/p>\n
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\u201cPlease\u201d she says, her voice quiet and dry. <\/p>\n
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\u201cThe stray cat just might survive.\u201d <\/p>\n
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Without much thinking <\/p>\n
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(curse my big heart) <\/p>\n
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into the hole I dive. <\/p>\n
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As soon as I fall on the soft sticky bottom <\/p>\n
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I grab the stray cat, simple as that <\/p>\n
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and quickly start climbing up. <\/p>\n
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As I’m climbing, I look at it’s face <\/p>\n
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and find myself shocked as I realize <\/p>\n
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of other, all over it’s body, chemicals there is a trace. <\/p>\n
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I climb to the top <\/p>\n
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without taking a stop. <\/p>\n
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When I get out, the old lady gently I grab by the waist <\/p>\n
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And as I put her and the cat over my shoulders I yell: <\/p>\n
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\u201cQuickly madam, we must take haste!\u201d <\/p>\n
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And I run to my home, away from this smoggy hell. <\/p>\n
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When I get in, I lock the door. <\/p>\n
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And notice the lady isn’t looking to well. <\/p>\n
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She’s coughing and wheezing, from all the thick smoke. <\/p>\n
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It’s a miracle she didn’t already choke. <\/p>\n
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I run to the kitchen, give her a fresh glass of water, and from it <\/p>\n
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she slowly drinks. <\/p>\n
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The cat watches , us, stares. <\/p>\n
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Who knows exactly what of it thinks. <\/p>\n
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The lady stops coughing, <\/p>\n
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and falls asleep. <\/p>\n
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And I let out a sigh; relieved, deep. <\/p>\n
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The old lady, though our interaction brief, <\/p>\n
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already has a place in my heart. <\/p>\n
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What can I say, I’m a sensitive man. <\/p>\n
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About everything and everyone I care, <\/p>\n
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and though I wouldn’t admit it at first, to hear her screaming I couldn’t bare. <\/p>\n
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I get up, and take the cat in my arms, <\/p>\n
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and I whisper to her, gently. <\/p>\n
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\u201cShh, don’t worry, you’re far away from harm.\u201d <\/p>\n
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I look at her, lovingly, and speak quietly as not to scare her, intently. <\/p>\n
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I wash the black cat, as much as I can. <\/p>\n
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As it turns out, her coat is fluffy and brown <\/p>\n
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or at least, it was, before she came into town. <\/p>\n
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She was a beautiful, cuddly stray. <\/p>\n
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Too bad she came across filthy tar in her way. <\/p>\n
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I sigh again, this time more sad. <\/p>\n
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If only we knew. <\/p>\n
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If only we knew things would get this bad. <\/p>\n
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If only there was something, anything we could do. <\/p>\n
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If only there was a way to prevent <\/p>\n
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the nightmarish hell that happened <\/p>\n
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in 3052.<\/p>\n
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