World Crazy With Springs Purple Poem by Aleksandar Sasha Trajkovski

(the best poetry is best written in moments of biggest sadness,
under influence of strongest emotion,
in the least silent mortal silence)

Curse you, crazy world…
Arrived breathless and crying,
and I see world seaming to a carnival of clowns…
What human kind to expect,
Which drowns in matte tar,
and restlessly is convincing to believe
everything is good around us,
catch us under its paw unwashed…
blurredour minds,
put on throne illiterate,
and, in the end, conquered us,
wearing on ugly face
plastic smiled mask…
My eyes did not dare,
for long time to open, from horror and fear.
Last I could see blood,
shed from most innocent.
You made us enemies to ourselves,
like birds predators,
which do not even know their loot...
Scent of death around me,
clogged blood,
and smoke from matches cheap.
I curse you mad world…
All of those who subdued
in fact, and what else have left to them,
knowing that are on the edge of trailer,
which is galloping towards "kingdom" of his
All know that the spring do not gives flower in feces…
and I only pray,
to stop the rain torrential from…tears.
I started less to feel,
agony from hurt bodies,
which in clay dissolve alive,
inanimate in own unknown eternal dwellings.
I curse you, mad world…
Go on with game bloody of yours,
in the theater false
as long as you still have clowns,
desperate for your command new.