נפתלי פרימור, שירתי

This is poetry

Humans are thriving
Rich and successful
Every day new products
Twice a day
Those are squeezed to fit
Our cars, the room and our body
They're design for a short life
New models a constant replacement
Leaving us in a prolonged
Disappointment
Humans look back to their faiths
To their unmarketable wish
To their own
This is poetry.

Naftali Primor November 4, 2011