The mystery of a verse


august 235

 

Late in the night, I felt asleep,

With my head resting, on the paper sheets.

Early in the morning, after I woke up

I started to recite, what I inscribed.

Suddenly I stopped, I deleted one verse…

That is not right!!!

What I wanted to write?

For hours I kept thinking,

To an obscure mystery,

Of an unheard little poetry,

Hiding deep in my memory.

Slain


Castles of faith begin to collapse,

And clerics are crushed by the evil axe.

Blind men are seeing the mankind fall,

Created by creatures on their sprawl.

We breathe the same old sharp reek

Spread by grim faces of a cold cheek.

We roughened inside slain by ordeals,

Without no escape for the future to reveal.

 

Children are staring at Tyrant’s fad

And get intoxicated by his jihad

I’ll try not to get into too much psychic

Retrieving myself from evil lyrics.

 

Sadly we live next to deaf nations,

But we will yell so they can hear our voices.

Peace on Earth is in every faith commitment,

“Ode to Joy” should be our sacred Anthem.