Clamor Of A Victim Poem by Alexandro Johns

I am a victim of terrorism,
I stopped to be a no longer man, woman or child,
the terrorists converted me into an ancient offering
delivered to sudden death just like a lamb of God.
From that killer moment I was forever innocent.

The assassins freed monsters from their dreams
when they took my sacrifice;
I was crossing a bridge,
perhaps leaving over my thoughts in prayer,
or I was sharing jokes with my sweetheart,
I can not remember. The randomness of terror
changed certainsties into rubble
and dragged my body to the common abyss
where furies or sorrows no longer reach me.

I, who should learn to live until my last breath
got the received premature knowledge of death.

But compassion on earth always it overcomes terror,
the seeds of life come from infinity.
Drought that begets hatred does not reach the stars.

Instead of me others people will see
the waters flowing of hope
through the painful furrows in the ground,
and a new spring with its soft breeze
will soothe my clamor.