A road as old as humanity,
that has been travelled
by all kinds of beings.
Soldiers, dictators and nuclear lobbyists
as well as
slaves, test animals and child workers
have known its course
and left it covered by scars and blood.
Continuing endlessly it touches
the very end of the red horizon,
crossed by poisoned rivers
and skirted by dead trees.
Trying to find out
what sense it all holds,
you follow the traces of these,
but you just keep chasing the horizon.
Copyright Sophie Aduial