We The Assasinated Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

We The Assasinated



loved the green valleys,

the flowers

the white sculptures amongs themselves listning to music,

beholding the vission of the goddess

t delecately touching the clean waterfalls

opening our eyes to the empty quarter

canovas white marble sculptures, stashed away in a museum

the museum

eternal art, like the guernica

please no more guernicas, from the botom of my heart, from the bottom of my soul,

wherever that is, we hope its shelleys garden,

where the vane narcisus, grows annd the sicofant goes

but we polish our black boots



spontaneously, like vapour

Sunday, October 9, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love and dreams
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