Others

Fear and compassion,
ghosts and the living,
it's our living we're worried about,

We can't have more living without space to bury our dead,
We can't have others to us,
When the impecuniosity of our governments,
and the grab of our intellectuals tells us our debts are imaginary,
we forget how to give and how to live;
the worst state of fearfulness and now we are alone...

But what is trust anyway?
Where does it come from?
How is it made and
where does it travel to?