Sad Faces In Sad World Poem by Aleksandar Sasha Trajkovski

Sad faces in world,
ironies bitter,
indifference,
lethargy and melancholy.
Hungry and sick,
naked and barefoot,
bloody hands and cracked heels,
oppressed and suppressed by
your thoughts rebellious on hollow minds.
Faces sad in world hungry,
with rains dry and poisonous,
faith lost and sickness without medicine.
Bitten and stabbed,
butchered and bloody.
This is the world of pharisee,
Where plagues do not choose anyone,
there is no means, not even for necessities.
Faces sad in world dark,
under stratuses in black,
wander aimlessly for some longing,
for a little peace and tranquility.
World of desert drought,
with purple imaginary rains...
And buds on branches are dried,
without oro, dance and laughter,
world destroyed of Mesia,
prays for mercy,
for little happiness,
for little life.
Endless bottom,
Messiahs on trailers bring own slaves.
Тoo much recklessnessand despair,
and golgothas bloody,
an obsessed world of collapse and hypocrisy,
trapped in absurdity and nihilism.
Enough.
Parusia is built.
Here comes Lords salvation.