life with its vague complexity
bites me in its poisonous sea

my body is trembling
like a sparrow in a tree
with fears and cold emotions
that I can’t make out
the question about
what is life?

I can see nobody,
looking out the fogy
windows of my soul
but it’s me
who will figure out
the gist of my broken story

children of a lost
country with no mum and dad
their dreams are mere dead
in the terrifying field of ghost
their plans are the most
god-damned!

who will remember!?
the injured and the disabled
or the raped brutally
on the pages of history
with dirty and bloody ink
no eraser will blot out
the sin that they committed
save the blazes of a furious fire
in the hollows of forgotten dire

no body will feel sorry
as no relation or tie
is with them now ready
the children of a doomed country.