NOT A POEM or NOT A GRIEVANCE . JUST A COLD and a BAD TEMPERATURE.

Who can know how many times they have had earthquakes in their heartlandsand
how many times they have builded new cities in that country that is untouchable , invisible with an unpredictible population tomorrow.
Who can know how many times they have been understood, or misundertood.
Who can know who is who ?
Who can know who?
Who ?