Frozen minds, dangling feet
Bound to what they understand not
Mystery and fantasies are their compatriots
Yet they walk in chains,
in their nude heads
feasting as orgies.
They have manipulated it
religion and politics have embraced
The new dogma is born
Maybe it’s holy Armageddon
Oh the massacres, the blood shed
The white flags and the streaming tears
Tis time to go back home
Fight this infinite power,
join the chorus of our silent heroes
as this eclipse unravels
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Liked it. Really good write. Good poem.