Freedom Poem by Galaralia Feo

The crows are hunting
a little white cat,
right above your head.
I see you looking
at the moss, stone and a bridge,
but you never look up.
If you stare madly enough,
you will see the death.
I see you dead,
you see me mad.
My brain is free,
and i feel,
how Satan grows up,
in a burden home of mine.
Don't shut your eyes,
just look.
Look wiser and deeper.
Notice the smell, blind boy.
Notice the fear.
Then, and only then,
you will be free.