Hopeless - Poem by Artchil Daug
Imagine the sea in the afternoon,
feel the melody it shrieks in silence;
think of the words uttered by that buffoon
who signaled the coming of turbulence.
Must we neglect the beast that came with spite
from man's pride, the arrows of ambition
creating a world no lord can ignite
full of phantoms and lost adoration.
But see the multitude break the border
with metaphysics and the hammer found
in the rotting corpse of the old order
as the murky sea trembled in dreams abound.
And in the twilight their came a whisper
the death of God announced in a thunder.
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