Like stone falls silent

Millions of grimaces stare.

Today is pity

the lining of our vanity.

Charred naked

the sacred plow.

Crumbling of your wooden towers

Stone by stone.



In bloody battles

give consolation to children.

There are
on all the walls
the dead again.

Can there be souls

who enjoy the gray,

if from old hands

poisonous seeds fall.



The blood of the weak

inoculated into the winners.

Wiped up by rags

it tastes rusty.

Mothers rush looking for

Graves of their children.

Faces mutilated,

left by crows.



Wars will never be

Destroy violence.

And honesty from droppings and straw

like rotting yellow maggots.

A child dies
under marble pillars.

On this floor should

brightly lit new cities stand.


Guilt, right.

Goodwill no longer helps us.

Only miracles save us.



People, addiction.

Our mother earth is hanging,

at the last twitching nerve.



My soul struggles inexorably,

because I also murdered.