My feelings scream wildly,

caused by the turbulent scars that lacerate me

 

Once again guns… beheaded days succumb the people

into a nocturnal shade of impotence;

piling up the path of violence,

distress, conflict, grief

 

Liberty screams mutilated… for…

for the men that do not want peace,

for the unconsciousness of those that kill ruthlessly,

for the wickedness of humanity,

for the cross we have to bear,

for those incarcerated because of their ideals

for the one who felt his eyes filled with rolling tears,

seeing himself condemned to be what he never was!

 

Only wounds, broken hopes and helplessness are left …

 

Terror prevails in the air while the exalted voice of the executioner scatters salt with the stench of his words,

shooting from his warriors palace while the moon bleeds sadly seeing how our dreams fade away

 

Liberty screams because people are sailing in turbid waters of hatred

                                                               

© Noris Roberts