It is April first!
The first flowers already died thirst.
Finally the skies burst.
Three months of the year, have we all been cursed?

The day of fools,
No one anymore follows the games‘ rules.
Clued to the news,
Humankind put itself into the backrooms.

Yet it is spring,
Let us not crown the biggest fool as king.
The worlds broken wing,
Calls for more empathy. To hope we must cling.