The Bill

The bill is heavy, you just said,
But pay it now we must.
I ask you: who defines that bill;
Who really pays the costs

For what´s called right or must be done
In order to redeem
Ourselves from all original sin
Of human specimen?

The bill is ample, you explain,
To foot it is my task.
But tell me what you´re paying for;
Whose demons do you cast?

Whose ancient failures do you shoulder,
Which faults are at stake?
Is this a power game of burdens,
Or a play of fate?

The bill is brutal, you complain,
But pay it we all need.
I wonder: what´s more cruel then;
To see, or not to see?

What´s more destructive than a bill
Forbidding us to seek
For different ways to sail our ships
On oceans, wide and deep?

The bill is endless, you conclude,
And options there are none.
Tell me: how many lives we have
to leave the border zone?

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With love & tenderness,
x Alice