The Percel Of Death
The percel of death
It was a dark night on 17th November!
Our city was fast asleep
I also be helpless to soundless sleep
Suddenly the sound of his feet
The rhythm of shoes on the road eating solid concrete
Like the waves of a river at the piano dock
Denver's six fingers are moving
Asked him just turned his head!
Blue parcel wrapped in lace ribbon in hand
Going forward towards me, he disappeared again
Hi Parcel! Destructive parcel! Ominous parcel
If I knew before, i would not be fascinated
The mercury of the hero's death is bottled
You came holding by his hand in my dream
A poet chanting the call of faith in the wind of time
You came to apply super glue on the lungs of mine
If I had known before, I would have thrown you in the land of blue
In the bosom of the imperialist or to the oppressor.