Latina Time Poem by Marieta Maglas
Latina Time
This game is the way in which slaughter becomes an end in itself.
Acta est fabula plaudite
The play has been performed; applaud!
Surely, less obvious ways exist
The Darkness seeks to manipulate us into its service.
Actus non facit reum nisi mens sit rea.
The act is not guilty unless the mind is also guilty.
Once all of them have won a very special princess prize,
the game is over....
and they will never buy another one.....
Alis grave nil.
Nothing is heavy to those who have wings
And maybe we cannot understand what's going on,
but we can understand that the players
skillfully hide behind the walls....
They think....
Cessante ratione legis cessat ipsa lex.
When the reason for the law ceases, the law itself ceases.
We seek escape from reality, we undermine our self-esteem.
Maybe we are unable to see them, but we need to talk about this.
And maybe they do not trust us when we tell them to come to us if they need
to talk....
....about those who become their victims......
Sed ipse Spiritus postulat pro nobis, gemitibus inenarrabilibus.
But the same Spirit intercedes incessantly for us, with inexpressible groans.
A lovely poem with good use of metaphor. Its thought provoking deep and emotional. Lovely.
Time will come back very soon; all will be slaughter of themselves!
exactly wrote- We seek escape from reality, we undermine our self-esteem. Maybe we are unable to see them, but we need to talk about this. And maybe they do not trust us when we tell them to come to us if they need to talk..../// yeah; right you are
A work of world class proportion. It reads better every time I am honored to read it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/27/2025 11:49:21 AM # 1.0.0
This game is the way in which slaughter becomes an end in itself. Deep poem with mankind and I see into the first line that mankind's end to live is animal slaughter..Quoting Einstein 'One day will come when the killing of animals will be seen as tantamount to murder' being a vegetarian as I am it seems plausible...'.about those who become their victims......Every living thing needs to live life without cruelty alas this will never be...The poem is very well written and the mind can go down different paths...regards