OAMENII ZILELOR NOASTRE
\nSe cutremur\u0103 p\u0103m\u00e2ntul, dar noi nu mai tremur\u0103m,
\nSuntem reci, cuburi de ghea\u021b\u0103, \u00eencotro ne \u00eendrept\u0103m?!…
\nNu mai avem sentimente, nu ne pas\u0103 de nimic,
\nEgoismul e \u00een floare, inima parc\u0103 a murit.<\/p>\n
Suntem reci \u00een tot ce facem, parc\u0103 am fi ni\u0219te robo\u021bi
\nSe aud ve\u0219ti de r\u0103zboaie, oameni mor, dar tu soco\u021bi
\nC\u0103 r\u0103zboiul e departe, n-are treab\u0103 cu ai t\u0103i,
\nSuntem egoi\u0219ti din fire, suntem oameni foarte r\u0103i.<\/p>\n
\u00cen \u021b\u0103rile mai dep\u0103rtate, unde s\u0103r\u0103cie e,
\nCopila\u0219ii mor de foame, e mult\u0103 mizerie,
\nAp\u0103 nu au de b\u0103ut, de sp\u0103lat nu mai vorbim
\n\u00cens\u0103 \u00een egoismul nostru doar la noi, acum g\u00e2ndim.<\/p>\n
\u00cen lume se r\u0103sp\u00e2nde\u0219te boal\u0103, viru\u0219i, gripe de orice fel
\nNe dezinfect\u0103m tot corpul \u00een cas\u0103 c\u00e2nd ajungem,
\nNu vedem c\u0103 suntem tare infecta\u021bi \u00een suflet
\nC\u0103 nu ne mai afecteaz\u0103 deloc al omului pl\u00e2nset.<\/p>\n
Orfanii zac \u00een spitale, cu copii p\u0103r\u0103si\u021bi
\nCei ce au fost adu\u0219i pe lume, nedori\u021bi de ai lor p\u0103rin\u021bi,
\nNu are cine s\u0103-i aline \u0219i \u00een bra\u021be s\u0103 \u00eei ia
\nFiindc\u0103 nu mai are suflet parc\u0103 mai deloc femeia.<\/p>\n
B\u0103tr\u00e2nii stau \u00een azile \u0219i-\u0219i pl\u00e2ng zilele cu amar
\nC-au trudit din greu pe o p\u00e2ine, dar o m\u00e2ng\u00e2iere n-au,
\nAu copii ce au de lucru, nu au timp deloc, m\u0103car
\n\u00cen weekend s\u0103-i viziteze sau de s\u0103rb\u0103toare doar.<\/p>\n
Sunt b\u0103tr\u00e2ni ce \u00een c\u0103su\u021be singuri de mult au r\u0103mas,
\nNu-i mai viziteaz\u0103 nimeni, s\u0103-i sprijine \u00een necaz,
\nVin din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd copii s\u0103 vad\u0103 de mai tr\u0103iesc,
\nParc\u0103 le doresc de moarte c\u0103ci mereu \u00eei dojenesc.<\/p>\n
Copii au r\u0103utate, \u0219coala e un c\u00e2mp de lupt\u0103,
\nSe jignesc care pe care, vorbe grele \u00ee\u0219i arunc\u0103,
\nNu mai este modestie, stim\u0103 nici at\u00e2t nu e,
\nSuntem un popor cre\u0219tin, dar murim ca na\u021bie.<\/p>\n
\u00centre noi nu ne cunoa\u0219tem, trecem \u0219i ne salut\u0103m,
\nCa vecini, doar bun\u0103 ziua, mai multe nu \u00eentreb\u0103m,
\nNu ne mai pas\u0103 de nimeni, suntem cei mai egoi\u0219ti,
\nDar \u00een egoismul nostru doar tr\u0103im ca oameni tri\u0219ti.<\/p>\n
Ne cunoa\u0219tem fiecare, \u0219tim cum st\u0103m \u0219i cum suntem
\nAr fi bine personal, pe noi s\u0103 ne critic\u0103m,
\nS\u0103 ne critic\u0103m fierbinte \u0219i apoi s\u0103 ne \u00eendrept\u0103m,
\nEste timpul de pe urm\u0103, e timpul s\u0103 ne schimb\u0103m.<\/p>\n
Este timpul de pe urm\u0103, \u0219tim c\u0103 \u00een Biblie e scris,
\nTot ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 \u00een lume e notat \u0219i e descris,
\nS\u0103 deschidem ochii bine, haide s\u0103 ne poc\u0103im
\nDac\u0103 vrem o ve\u0219nicie cu Domnul noi s\u0103 tr\u0103im.
\nEmilia Dinescu<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
OAMENII ZILELOR NOASTRE Se cutremur\u0103 p\u0103m\u00e2ntul, dar noi nu mai tremur\u0103m, Suntem reci, cuburi de ghea\u021b\u0103, \u00eencotro ne \u00eendrept\u0103m?!… Nu mai avem sentimente, nu ne pas\u0103 de nimic, Egoismul e \u00een floare, inima parc\u0103 a murit. Suntem reci \u00een tot ce facem, parc\u0103 am fi ni\u0219te robo\u021bi Se aud ve\u0219ti de r\u0103zboaie, oameni mor, dar […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":47,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[134],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12352","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-generale"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12352","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/47"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12352"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12352\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12353,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12352\/revisions\/12353"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12352"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12352"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12352"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}