The 21st Century Syndrome
Along the empty corridorsSilent eyes keep on spreadingThe silence…The frozen masks of peaceThe dumb notes of harmonyThe dead words of oathAre marching ahead of time The starved children of warThe dead civiliansWithin the missile rangeThe naked women, rapedAnd sold in the marketEveryone knows it betterThe price of living In this lonely hours of insanityIn this empty crowd, thrashedShadows of bygone revolutionsHow can I stand alone?Wouldn’t you come and save my words?Forbidden, as they unfold the truthsForbidden, as they stand alone… 27th November’ 2018