The boy woke up
and saw
everywhere high walls were built
according to a new law.
Bright colors – lacking morality
Bright colors but with doubtful-quality.
The paintings
showed kids,
holding balloons
in red nuance
A river sprang
from under a tower
with four columns –
ancient columns but new ones.
From the tower
faces showed up
and all of them
looked differently.
Only one thing
united them -
the deep grey sorrow
and the fight against liberty.
Then from the earth
black smoke rose
and filled the whole world
with malice.
Then the man was lifted high,
a volcano erupted,
volcano of vice
From the tower
showed up faces,
behind the walls.
With the mark on their
foreheads
they looked like animals
Reader,
You live in a dark century,
That’s why is needed wisdom
in Heaven’s name.
Remember,
that the number with the
Mark of the beast
is number of man
When I woke up, I
Realized
Walls were built everywhere
Translation from Bulgarian: Sarah Kostov
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