Another cup of tea,
another gin,
another bottle of wine,
another beginning,
another evening dinner,
another conversation about the problems of a nation,
another conversation about the problems of the world,
another conversation about the reality of life,
another conversation of the wars of the world,
wars that bring such great decimation,
such machiavellian brutalities,
and such disturbing misunderstandings,
that humanity seems to walk into so frequently,
but, why should this be,
why should this be the reality,
now, I wish I knew,
but I do not think about that even God can enlighten me,
and he too is probably,
probably having another cup of tea,
having another gin,
probably having another bottle of wine,
probably having another beer or three,
probably having another evening dinner with the devil,
and yes, I would not be surprised if they are best friends, and they get on quite amicably,
and probably it is humanity that they talk about,
and they probably laugh about humanities stupidity,
humanities stupidity whilst talking over dinner quite civilly.
